Page 133 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Hiro was different, too; he saw past his fear with me and that strength called to me. He was changing lately, fighting harder, and I respected that just as much.

Soon I needed them together. Under me and my command.

“Come on,” Harlow called out when I didn’t step into the elevator right away. I stuck my hand out as it started to close and walked inside.

She leaned into me as the floors passed by. I wished we had more moments like this. To get to know each other and not just in quick moments and fast fucks. I wanted to take my time, figure out everything about her and Hiro’s desires and use them to shatter their worlds in the best ways.

Instead, I was stalking a coward and fighting off demons.

Nothing in my life could just be easy.

I greeted the nurse as I walked past, pausing outside of her door to make sure Harlow was ready.

She rolled her eyes and shoved past, knocking before entering.

“Harlow!” my mom called excitedly, pulling her into a hug. My eyebrows rose and Harlow gave me a mischievous grin.

She must have been visiting on her own.

I wasn’t mad in the slightest, relieved was more accurate. While I was busy fighting for our home, it was nice to know someone cared enough to keep a sad old woman company.

It was strange, but that was the moment I realized Harlow Devoe had changed me and there was no going back.

Unknown

Wednesday Afternoon

The petulant human walked around the halls as if she were some queen.

She was nothing.

Less than nothing.

A human with no power.

Except Hel had chosen her. I would never defy my queen but the need to watch blood run from her broken body was strong enough I had to clench my fists, claws digging into flesh, to stop myself from acting on it.

I watched as she sat among her group, laughing and drawing attention from those around her. It was disgusting to see them fawn over her as if she were Hel herself.

If only she knew what she was chosen for, then she wouldn’t be so confident.

She would be the downfall of an era.

The one blamed for ruining something built for eons.

Only her failed commander and a useless gargoyle would be by her side. Watching over the carnage that was left behind byherchoices and failings.

I knew her humans wouldn’t survive, nor would anyone in this building.

I would sit back and watch it all fall apart with a smile on my face. Revel in their shortcomings and fragility.

Then I would take my rightful place.

Roman

Thursday morning

Third Floor Common Room

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