Page 58 of Hades

When he got his hands on her, electricity shot up both arms. He could do her here, in this alley in broad daylight, leave her for Rider to find, covered in his come, his mark, to let the world know this disloyal bitch with her face so fucking beautifully sad only ever belonged to one man.

His mind kept blipping back to Dana.

Dana. Sweet love.

It was hard to distinguish in all honesty. His father’s mocking voice growing louder, his fingers constricted on her throat. He couldn’t hear the words she was spitting at him and didn’t note what came from his mouth.

It was a moment lost in time.

One of those rare, precious moments when the world stopped spinning.

Her face turning blue. He laughed when she tried to fight him. So wilful to the end. He’d miss fucking the strength out of her.

YOU’RE THE DIRT.She yelled at him. He’d always tasted the hate on her, that’s why he’d kept her. Somewhere inside of him he’d needed…no…cravedthe hate. It fueled him, and kept him sane. He heard it and felt washed in love.

Fingers growing tighter on her slim throat he sought to kill his pretty, little fuck-toy. Smiling, he licked the side of her face. He’d keep her locked up tight this time, they’d go away together, just the two of them, she’d be his old lady and he’d tell her about when she saved him in the mountains, how sweetly she’d cared for him. She loved him, he knew she did, under the hate, under her fear, there was love for her master.

But first his fuck-toy needed to learn not to run to a rival who he hated more than his own life.

She had tolearn.

He was just a man with his sweet love. The world could fall away.

Brows dropped over his eyes. Why was she smiling? No. That wasn’t right. His sweet love … Sensing his mouth form words he didn’t hear, the anger was rolling through him, only his father’s voice scathing his failures was the loudest noise, blaming him for everything for the devil was inside him after all.

And then.

Hades slumped his shoulder against the brick wall. It was a knee jerk reaction, his nervous system triggered from the inside. Unknown at first, and then a dark shadow fell to his left and that’s when the pain penetrated through his psyche.

It hurt so fucking much, robbing him of breath.

Stab. Stab. Stab.

Over and over the pain radiated inside his ribcage as a knife held by Hawk entered Hades body repeatedly.

Goddammit it, he never saw it coming. Blinded by his love, he’d left his back free for an enemy.

It was Cain and Abel all over again. Only Hades never reckoned he’d be anyone other than the notoriously bad Cain.

What a twist of events. If he had room to breathe he could have laughed the irony, for the shit he’d saved to taunt this man with one day, it all got lost in his pain.

Hawk. Hades own half-sibling had killed him.

The man who was the cloning image of their shared father Xavier, was the devil to deliver Hades to his doom.

Fucking ironic.

Weakened paralysis made him slump to the ground, there was no mistaking just how much blood he was losing. Two bodies stood over him. Neither showed concern. He tried to laugh, and it came out as a watery gurgle.

“Zara…” he took a long look at her face, unable to draw his eyes from his beauty, ignoring the snarling man who’d murdered him to trace her features with his desperate gaze.

She really was a lovely slut. His treasured toy. He regretted not killing her to meet him in Hell.

Misery and relief ooze out of him and joined the blood on the floor, a perfect team. An odd sensation since he knew instantly he was dying. And the knowledge he would soon be dead brought a sort of tiredfucking finallyrelief in his heart, almost euphoric. He was so tired by life. Continually fighting for every scrap of every fucking thing. He was just so completely worn down.

With his vision blinking out, he’d lost feeling in his limbs almost instantly, he would have liked to touch her with his ownership one more time. Instead she held his eyes as he blinked and drifted, his head too heavy for his neck he let it hang to the side.

“Rest…in…pieces…sweet love.”

See you in the next life, my forever sweet love. The beast will be waiting to chew you up.

His inner demons were finally at peace, no longer pacing their anger against the cages of his mind. His short life was over much too soon, he could have been a real monster, he thought, smiling inwardly as the darkness crept in and cradled Hades in its arms, welcoming the monster to his new home. He accepted the homecoming with reprieve and sadness both settling into his darkened rui heart that was slowing…slowing…slowing.

Yeah, he could have been a real monster…. If only.

Kyle Williams inhaled. And the exhale never came.

The End

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