Athena
"You are marking her...." It was not a question, but as I let the statement out I couldn't help my agony that became visible on its own, defeating all my restraints.
"Yes, I guess that's not news anymore, is it?" He cocked an eyebrow.
It astonished me how much cold this man could act towards me, what amount of pain he has left to inflict and how much he wished to ruin me after everything that he had done; Ironically he still got the desire to hurt me more, break me and destroy even the last few pieces I have somehow put together.
How had a man so cruel and ruthless as he managed to corrupt the place in my heart? Perhaps, someone said the truth— It's the decisions of the heart that write the tale of our demolition. My heart let him in, and now, he has completely ruined me, left me so shattered that all I could see was destruction and not have the strength to show any contempt.
"Why are you doing this, Sebastian? What are you getting from all these things?" I spoke, this time rage seeped through my voice.
"I thought we were over this, already. If this is what you want to talk about then you may leave. I am not interested to listen to you or provide you with any answer because I believe I have already done that last night when I cleared your doubts."
"When have you ever answered my questions? All you did is force me to believe what you want me to see instead of what I wish to see. Then don't fucking claim that you have ever cleared my doubts because all you did was to put one more on the list."
He did not utter a word for a few moments, staring at me with impassive eyes and an unreadable face. However, when he ultimately spoke up, it was his same cold reaction and reluctance to understand. To let the doors open for both of us.
"Anything else?"
I was here to tell him about my baby— Our baby. But how could I? He was marrying his mistress....marking her; This put me in such a position where I didn't have any other option than rethinking my decision, and trying to figure out whether he really deserved to know about our baby.
"Why did you even purchase me? Why didn't you just let me suffer in the hands of those auctioneers? So much could have been avoided, none of us wouldn't have had to go through this. There wouldn't have been any hopes or desire, neither pain nor uncertainty, not even....love," I breathed out, "But you didn't allow that. Why you made everything so difficult? What have you got by doing this?" I had to blink away my tears, trying hard not to break down.
He did not deserve my tears— He just did not.
"Satisfaction— If anything I got by torturing you and putting you through hell is satisfaction, and trust me I loved every time I saw your tears, I desired the sight of your blood, it was enthralling every time I saw your helpless tears— All of it made me crave more except for the part where I ultimately got bored, which is a different story to be told. And Athena, if only you were at my place!" He let out a sigh, sounding delighted as he spoke, it seemed like there was nothing else he felt while describing his own deeds other than joy, "You would know how beautiful watching someone withering in pain. Begging for an escape, for their life but not receiving any mercy. Trying to get out of the storm of dilemma, fighting for survival only for just one breath of peace but eventually being pushed down in the same dark depth where you intend them to be. It's a shame—You can't feel that euphoria, thrill, and elation of destruction."
His words were hurting me, and I knew he wanted to hurt me. He has told me that over a hundred times and he has let me know about his vile intentions every time he got the chance. But I was foolish to fall in love with someone like him—It was a shame that I loved a man like him who did not deserve to be loved.
And what I hadn't realized till now, until I heard these words from his mouth, how the idea of someone's death and misery excited him so much, how the source of his joy was someone else's destruction— He has actually become a living reflection of his father. I could see none else in him other than the killer of Carolina.
"Tell me something, Sebastian. What are you planning to do? Marry your mistress and have kids with her? A so-called happily ever you address as stupid?"
"Perhaps yes, unlike you she does not demand love and stupid stuff like that; She does not wish to change me and become my saviour," He let out, "And besides that, I'll be needing an heir and Celine can give me one which you perhaps would never be able to do since you don't even have a wolf, pretty unfortunate. But just think about it, even if you were able to give birth, would the child be strong enough to walk in my footsteps? I don't think so. He'd turn out to be as weak and pathetic as you."
He truly didn't deserve anything I offered.
"Walk in your footsteps?" A bitter chuckle left my mouth, "Walk in your bloody footsteps, the path you have painted with murders and crimes, gradually become as fucked up as you?! That's what you call life? What's the life you wish your child to live? I can't believe you. You want your child to live a miserable life just like you and drown in the same darkness, you, yourself have never managed to get away from."
"Yes— That's the way to survive," He spat, rage coursing through his voice, "You have tried the other way around, didn't you? What have you got? Nothing. I would never prefer my child to live a life like you— Weak and fragile, a slave of emotions that come in no use. And that is the exact reason why I did not prefer to have a child with you. I don't want my hair to be a weakling, I want a warrior— Who will not let the world cage him, but would have the strength to cage it himself, cross every height of the darkness and make everyone surrender."
He was a monster— There was nothing left to prove that he was truly a monster, a sadist who'd keep ruining everyone. He'd never change, and I did not care about his curse anymore because that too would bring nothing just like all my efforts and the love I'd offered him.
And he did not have the right to know about my child; His presence would turn out to be venomous for my child, he'd destroy everything and I could not afford him in the future I was dreaming of. Not anymore.
But he did deserve to know what kind of person he was. He deserved to know what kind of person he have become and he needed to see that he has turned just like his father.
"Do you know something, Sebastian? There was a time when I thought you were a victim. I thought you had no fault, you were helpless and trapped— You had no way to get out but I was wrong. I forgot that the same blood runs in your veins, just like him..." His entire body stiffened as soon as I spoke up, his fists clenched and eyes shot at me that would have succeeded in stopping me there if not today, "Today, as I look at you— I can see no one else than Elijah in you. You have become a living reflection of your father which makes you no less than the same killer who killed your mother in front of your own eyes. You are a monster, you are—" I couldn't finish my sentence as the loud sound crashed through the room, the wave of wind and the flying object brushing past me before hitting the wall caused me to involuntarily freeze.
It all had happened in the blur of a few seconds— Sebastian had thrown the entire desk against the wall and it shattered into pieces that flew everywhere across the room.
It was the moment when I realized that I have unleashed the beast and what was more negative than the already preordained outcomes was—I had no fear. None at all.