Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The ache in my head is nearly unbearable. โLilliana. Please..... Wake up,โ the voice assaulted my throbbing head, echoing around the room, "No, it hurts......" I groaned, wanting the darkness to consume me once again. The pain in my skull bounced around like a hot coal.My eyelids fluttered, catching the annoying flashing light above my head. I hated it almost as much as I hated that dreaded drip of water in the corner. Glancing to my left, I see Elliot with his head leaned against the bars, โElliot...โ My voice sounded foreign; throat parched. Iโm considering letting that annoying drip quench my thirst. Any water would be better than nothing.โLilliana, thank the Goddess,โ Elliotโs voice sounded almost as bad as mine. Our eyes connected and I swear, Iโve never been so happy to be lost in a sea of blue in my entire life. I crawled over to him, ignoring my bodyโs protest and reached through the bars. His hand gently pushed my hair out of my face, pulli
TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CON/SA Itโs been three days. Three excruciatingly long days in this godforsaken cell. Between the sound of the dripping and the flashing light; Iโm going certifiably insane. I didnโt speak to Elliot for two days. His confession broke me in a way I didnโt know was possible. But then I realized that my feelings were my own fault. Elliot told me what to expect from him over and over, but I callously disregarded that, convincing myself that my feelings would be enough for the both of us. But thatโs not realistic..... You canโt force someone to want you. Each time he brings up the conversation; I shut it down. Iโm not ready. Iโm not sure I ever will be. โWhy do you think itโs taking Chaos so long?โ Elliotโs head rolled to the side, his blue eyes lazily meeting mine, โI can only assume the asshole put some sort of spell on this place. Chaos doesnโt respect boundaries,โ he huffed, smiling and shaking his head. Elliot still looked just as handsome as always, des
Elliot looked at the ground before running his fingers through the mess of hair on his head. I stared, waiting for what he was going to say. The more I watched him, the more I realized how nervous he appeared. โThe last few days without you kind of sucked,โ his voice was low as our eyes met. I couldnโt fight the laughter that bubbled out. Shaking my head, I smiled, โI missed you too.โ He relaxed, chuckling softly while shaking his head, โJust call me out like that.โ My laughter died down as I shrugged, โIf youโre going to tell me a truth. Make it the truth. Deal?โ โOkay,โ Elliot whispered softly, โYour turn.โ โAre we making this a game?โ โHow about twenty-one questions?โ Elliot raised a brow, watching my reaction. Before I could say anything, he read my mind, โI promise to be honest.โ Heat flooded my cheeks, nodding slowly, โWhatโs your favorite food?โ โStarting off cutthroat with that question I see,โ Elliot winked, โA good burger does it for me. Extra pickles. Pepp
TRIGGER WARNING:SA Sleep never comes easy when you lose track of time. Iโm officially unsure of how long weโve been down here or what time of day it is. That goddamned light flickering invades the darkness every time I close my eyes. Drip. Drip. Drip. โWhere are you even coming from?!โ I screamed at the water slowly dripping, then disappearing into the concrete. โAre you yelling at water right now?โ Elliot groaned, making me gasp. Heโs been unconscious for what feels like forever. โThank the goddess,โ I scrambled over to the adjoining wall. My heart beat rapidly as I stared at him with pleading eyes. Elliot looked like heโd been through the wringer. Dried blood surrounded his mouth as well as dripped from his temple. He had bruise marks around his neck in the shape of hands. The rise and fall of his chest seemed labored with every breath. โNever felt better,โ Elliot forced a smile that didnโt quite meet his eyes. His icy blue looked like theyโd lost their light, appearing g
I had a dream last night. I wasnโt here, in this cell anymore. I was back at the little, dilapidated house near my oasis. Everything was as it would have been. No broken walls or rotted wooden floorboards. It was a home with light and warmth. The little home felt like it was mine.In the background, the sound of a record player ticked. Like the needle wasnโt quite hitting the groove as the record spun, creating an eerie sound.I walked towards the sound, lifting the needle, and causing pure silence. The type of silence that created a ringing in your ears. It was too much. Was I all alone here? Carefully adjusting the needle, a soft, haunting melody began playing. When the partyโs over by Billie Eilish I stood before the warmth of the fire, hearing nothing but the soft piano in the background of the song. Closing my eyes, I swayed to the beat, humming along with the words. The urge to dance with someone was strong, "Elliot, dance with me," I called out into the silence, turning
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of suicide Have you ever thought that youโd experienced the worst kind of pain, but really, it was nothing compared to the next thing? Or something that even follows that? In one moment, you think to yourself, โIt canโt get worse than this,โ but then, it always does? Thatโs what this feels like. Lilliana asked me what I thought would happen if she sold her soul to Chaos.... Would I feel our souls tearing apart? Would I feel the pain of rejection.... or would it be so much worse? Is she choosing him over me? โElliot, youโve been silent for what feels like a lifetime,โ her soft voice broke me from my thoughts. โI....Iโm not sure.โ โStella explained to us that Cassius wants to combine our magic. Light and dark. If I am the light magic, and Chaos is the dark magic; Do you think itโll have the same effect? Will Chaos then become the stronger of the two of them?โ Lilliana paused for a beat, โIt has to be the same. Maybe better, because Iโd be willing to g
Iโm so close to destroying everything. This mortal Earth is nothing without her. It would cease to exist without her presence. Her eyes haunt me every time I close mine. Iโd wrap myself in every variation of emerald, green just to feel closer to her. I underestimated that walking fucking garbage can. Cassius was a waste of space and a disgrace to our kind. Heโs been on some sick power trip for hundreds of years, mingling with the lowest of our kind. After we figured out what he was doing, my father sent me to murder those who aided him in becoming who he is. It is forbidden to go against the laws in hell. Despite being demons, we are to follow the law of Hades and never stray. We abide by a strict code, where Hades has the final rule. It prevents literal chaos from ensuing. Without order and discipline, Hell would be a madhouse. But we each hold ourselves to a certain standard and it typically worked until him. He consumed unwilling souls, learning ways around the law to bene
โEl..... It.... hurts,โ I choked out, as pain spread through my body like wildfire. My body tensed up, feeling as if Iโd been tased, โDi.... did I....do it wrong?โ Elliot offered me a small smile. Even through the pain, I noticed his eyes were red and glassy, โItโll be over soon, baby. You did perfect. Just, squeeze my hand.โ Screwing my eyes shut, I focused on baby blues in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his hand while I waited for the pain to pass. Then, everything was numb. My body felt as if I were floating on a cloud. Warmth enveloped me as I opened my eyes. I felt different. Like parts of me were missing while simultaneously being filled with something new. Something better. โFuck, kitten. Iโm so proud of you,โ Chaos praised in my head, โSo fucking proud.โ A choked sob escaped my throat, my eyes finding Elliot staring at me with his head tilted to the side. The glassiness was still present in his eyes. Relief flooded his features when I nodded at him, silently
โI think these may have been the greatest idea youโve ever had,โ I moaned, savoring the taste of another blueberry. My basket was nearing full, despite the fact that Iโd eaten probably a hundred while picking them. Elliot had suggested we plant a garden full of fruit trees and bushes so that "we could relive meeting every day." Those were his words, not mine. The moment he'd said them, I swore someone had switched out the man I knew with some strange creature. โArenโt all of my ideas superb?โ Elliot quipped, watching me with a smile on his face. Standing on my tip-toes, I pushed a blueberry into his mouth, causing his eyes to widen, โSee?!โ โIโm just shocked youโd stick those dirty fingers into my mouth,โ Elliot shook his head in mock irritation, โBut the blueberry is delicious.โ โSuch a pain in the ass.โ Elliot winked, โYou knew what you were signing up for.โ Sitting the basket on the wood, I pushed myself up onto the deck before flopping onto Elliotโs lap dramatica
A soft knock on the door startled me, โMay I come in?โ Stella whispered, holding out a tray of coffees. โOf course.โ She held the tray up, โI brought enough for everyone. Chaos knows heโs welcome to hang out. In the open,โ Stella raised a brow, pulling a coffee out and handing it to me. โHe says he prefers to be closer to me. Apparently next to me isnโt close enough,โ a soft laugh escaped my lips, โInside of me is the way to go.โ 'Don't act like you don't love when I'm inside of you,' Chaos quipped. I could imagine him wagging his brows at the double meaning. He's not wrong. In either respect. Though I couldn't fathom the thought of being intimate right now. Maybe ever if I can't figure out how to fix this gaping hole that I call my heart. She rolled her eyes, โSo dramatic, that man.โ I nodded in agreement as Chaos separated from me, narrowing his eyes at Stella, โYou do realize that I can hear everything. Is it a crime to want to be inside of an amazing woman?โ he w
Do you ever feel like your life is a series of moments threaded together, but one piece pulls away, unraveling everything as you know it? My fatherโs death created somewhat of a domino effect for me. I was like a rosebud. I had the potential to be something amazing, but without the proper nutrients, I would die before I bloomed. My mother had tried to starve me of everything I essentially needed to flourish. But in the end, she gave me the one thing that would change everything. Iโve been staring mindlessly out this window for what feels like a lifetime, but it couldnโt be more than a week. I've lost track of days, hours, minutes, seconds. None of that matters anyways.Itโs stormed every day since heโs been gone. When I was a pup, the storms terrified me. Iโd cry until Dallas relented, allowing me to stay in his room with him. Then, when he was gone, Iโd welcomed them. Needed the sound of the thunder to fall asleep, like a baby needs a pacifier. Now, it simply feels as if itโs
โEl..... It.... hurts,โ I choked out, as pain spread through my body like wildfire. My body tensed up, feeling as if Iโd been tased, โDi.... did I....do it wrong?โ Elliot offered me a small smile. Even through the pain, I noticed his eyes were red and glassy, โItโll be over soon, baby. You did perfect. Just, squeeze my hand.โ Screwing my eyes shut, I focused on baby blues in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his hand while I waited for the pain to pass. Then, everything was numb. My body felt as if I were floating on a cloud. Warmth enveloped me as I opened my eyes. I felt different. Like parts of me were missing while simultaneously being filled with something new. Something better. โFuck, kitten. Iโm so proud of you,โ Chaos praised in my head, โSo fucking proud.โ A choked sob escaped my throat, my eyes finding Elliot staring at me with his head tilted to the side. The glassiness was still present in his eyes. Relief flooded his features when I nodded at him, silently
Iโm so close to destroying everything. This mortal Earth is nothing without her. It would cease to exist without her presence. Her eyes haunt me every time I close mine. Iโd wrap myself in every variation of emerald, green just to feel closer to her. I underestimated that walking fucking garbage can. Cassius was a waste of space and a disgrace to our kind. Heโs been on some sick power trip for hundreds of years, mingling with the lowest of our kind. After we figured out what he was doing, my father sent me to murder those who aided him in becoming who he is. It is forbidden to go against the laws in hell. Despite being demons, we are to follow the law of Hades and never stray. We abide by a strict code, where Hades has the final rule. It prevents literal chaos from ensuing. Without order and discipline, Hell would be a madhouse. But we each hold ourselves to a certain standard and it typically worked until him. He consumed unwilling souls, learning ways around the law to bene
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of suicide Have you ever thought that youโd experienced the worst kind of pain, but really, it was nothing compared to the next thing? Or something that even follows that? In one moment, you think to yourself, โIt canโt get worse than this,โ but then, it always does? Thatโs what this feels like. Lilliana asked me what I thought would happen if she sold her soul to Chaos.... Would I feel our souls tearing apart? Would I feel the pain of rejection.... or would it be so much worse? Is she choosing him over me? โElliot, youโve been silent for what feels like a lifetime,โ her soft voice broke me from my thoughts. โI....Iโm not sure.โ โStella explained to us that Cassius wants to combine our magic. Light and dark. If I am the light magic, and Chaos is the dark magic; Do you think itโll have the same effect? Will Chaos then become the stronger of the two of them?โ Lilliana paused for a beat, โIt has to be the same. Maybe better, because Iโd be willing to g
I had a dream last night. I wasnโt here, in this cell anymore. I was back at the little, dilapidated house near my oasis. Everything was as it would have been. No broken walls or rotted wooden floorboards. It was a home with light and warmth. The little home felt like it was mine.In the background, the sound of a record player ticked. Like the needle wasnโt quite hitting the groove as the record spun, creating an eerie sound.I walked towards the sound, lifting the needle, and causing pure silence. The type of silence that created a ringing in your ears. It was too much. Was I all alone here? Carefully adjusting the needle, a soft, haunting melody began playing. When the partyโs over by Billie Eilish I stood before the warmth of the fire, hearing nothing but the soft piano in the background of the song. Closing my eyes, I swayed to the beat, humming along with the words. The urge to dance with someone was strong, "Elliot, dance with me," I called out into the silence, turning
TRIGGER WARNING:SA Sleep never comes easy when you lose track of time. Iโm officially unsure of how long weโve been down here or what time of day it is. That goddamned light flickering invades the darkness every time I close my eyes. Drip. Drip. Drip. โWhere are you even coming from?!โ I screamed at the water slowly dripping, then disappearing into the concrete. โAre you yelling at water right now?โ Elliot groaned, making me gasp. Heโs been unconscious for what feels like forever. โThank the goddess,โ I scrambled over to the adjoining wall. My heart beat rapidly as I stared at him with pleading eyes. Elliot looked like heโd been through the wringer. Dried blood surrounded his mouth as well as dripped from his temple. He had bruise marks around his neck in the shape of hands. The rise and fall of his chest seemed labored with every breath. โNever felt better,โ Elliot forced a smile that didnโt quite meet his eyes. His icy blue looked like theyโd lost their light, appearing g
Elliot looked at the ground before running his fingers through the mess of hair on his head. I stared, waiting for what he was going to say. The more I watched him, the more I realized how nervous he appeared. โThe last few days without you kind of sucked,โ his voice was low as our eyes met. I couldnโt fight the laughter that bubbled out. Shaking my head, I smiled, โI missed you too.โ He relaxed, chuckling softly while shaking his head, โJust call me out like that.โ My laughter died down as I shrugged, โIf youโre going to tell me a truth. Make it the truth. Deal?โ โOkay,โ Elliot whispered softly, โYour turn.โ โAre we making this a game?โ โHow about twenty-one questions?โ Elliot raised a brow, watching my reaction. Before I could say anything, he read my mind, โI promise to be honest.โ Heat flooded my cheeks, nodding slowly, โWhatโs your favorite food?โ โStarting off cutthroat with that question I see,โ Elliot winked, โA good burger does it for me. Extra pickles. Pepp