8. - – Piper
CHAPTER EIGHT
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PIPER
I gasp, and my eyes snap open when I feel hands on me. “My sweet little sinner,” Dimitri says, cradling me in his arms.
What the fuck?” I ask.
“You weren’t supposed to shoot yourself, Piper. That wasn’t the point of the simulation,” Artimus says.
“Oh, fuck you,” I scoff. “I’m done playing your stupid games. I was horrifically abused and had no way out. That is what I was doomed to.”
“Survival was possible,” he says simply.
“Yeah, sure. I could have fought to stay alive, but then I wouldn’t be here,” I say.
“I may not have known before, but I know now that I belong here. This bullshit is repetitive and clearly not working, considering it ends the same way… Whatever that is, it’s not here.
It’s not with my mate. What do I need to do to stay here?
Huh? Do I need toslit his fucking throat in his sleep?
Send me back and I’ll fucking do it. Shit, I’ll go kill the fucking neighbors for listening to my screams and never helping me.
Maybe I should kill his friends for seeing the bruises on me, but doing nothing to stop him from hurting me.
Everyone knew, but no one gave a shit. Do you know what that tells me? ”
What’s that?” Artimus asks with a smirk.
“I don’t fucking belong there. I belong here,” I snap. “Send me back, and I swear on my soul that I will give you a fucking reason to condemn me to hell.”
Artimus looks at Dimitri and sighs. “Don’t fucking look at me. I told you she was ready,” Dimitri says.
“I call for a vote,” I say.
“You can’t do…”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, Artimus,” I snap at him. “You run your fucking mouth too much, you know that?”
Artimus and Dimitri chuckle, but I’m confused now. “Fine,” Artimus says, still grinning. “A vote. All in favor of Piper to gain the council’s approval to be the Queen of the damned. Raise your…”
“Wait,” I say, looking at Dimitril. “You’re in charge of Hell, are you not?”
“I am,” he says with a smile.
“Then fuck the vote,” I scoff. “I am your mate, so therefore I don’t need their approval to take a position that I was made for. It’s my fucking throne.”
The more I talk, the more rage pours out of me. Lifetimes of abuse untangling, and it makes sense. When I asked Dimitri what I was, he said I was everything. I’m not human, and I never was. I am the same as he is: a demon carved out of hell itself for the King.
“What is my name?” I ask. “My real name.”
“Lilith,” Dimitri says with a gentle smile. “The Queen of the damned.”
“Lilith,” I parrot, trying to recall memories from before the lifetimes on Earth.
“Alright,” a voice booms. “That’s enough.”
I turn and see a man with a white robe on, and memories stab through me so suddenly that I stumble and fall back.
Dimitri catches me, but I am suddenly convulsing.
Everything around me is calm as my mind is flooded.
When I start to gain my bearings, I feel a sudden intrusion as Dimitri’s cock buries into my cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as he slowly fucks me.
“My mate,” he says softly before kissing me. “You came back to me.”
“I told you I would,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck as his body rocks against mine. We are lying on a bed, and I know we are being watched. We are surrounded by the council, and this is my crowning.
I was sent through lifetimes of lessons due to my inability to rule. I was created to lead, but I was docile and quiet-natured. Ruling hell side-by-side with my mate and being responsible for the souls of the unworthy is a massive responsibility, so I had to learn just how much.
Every lifetime wasn’t about my time there on Earth, but the distance my soul had traveled.
Survival means thriving, and I am meant to do that with my mate.
I was meant for greater things, so I had to learn how to go against the grain and stand by my choices no matter what.
Every lifetime I experienced, I fawned and caved to the abuse.
When I finally died, I always died on my knees.
I never fought for myself until Colt. Until my soul was tired of traveling and just wanted to go home to my mate.
I am sad for the loss of my human life, and I wish there had been another way, but I made those choices.
My hell is watching the people who did care about Piper grieve.
I had an entire lifetime to learn how to fight, but I cut it short.
I could have done any number of things to help myself as Olivia while still putting myself first, but I didn’t.
Even though I still took charge of my life in the end, there was a better way.
One day, Cole will die, and he will join us in hell.
That is when I will get my revenge. Until then, I will play with all the past partners and make them suffer for the things my soul endured.
But alas, I can rest easy now. My soul has traveled across lifetimes to teach me what forever looks like with my mate, where I will rule beside him as the Queen of the damned.