Chapter Thirteen
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We spent the next several weeks rebuilding the mansion and relishing in each others presence. It didn't escape any of our notice how much all of us almost lost. The image of all of them when I found them still haunted me, still gave me nightmares. But my mind decided to add a few details. Night after night I saw them hanging there, then watched as those creatures tore into them, their insides spilling onto the floor at their feet. And try as I might the nightmare wouldn't go away, wouldn't change. So I suffered with having to watch them die over and over again. I was tired, exhausted and out of my mind with tension from the lack of sleep.
But rebuilding the mansion gave me something to concentrate on. This time however I could add as many details as I wanted, take as much time as we needed to rebuild. I made sure to add the same stained glass in honor of the vampires and fae. But I also added stained glass to show my love and respect for my mates and father. Michael stood proud, his wings outstretched and whit light flaring from him. Blue stained glass behind him representing the sky.
Asmodeus stood before his legion of demons, the people he led into battle. A red sky filled the space behind him as he stood by his people. Gabriel, in both wolf and human form stood fierce. His wolf snarling and his human face contorted with rage as the background held his pack standing behind him. And my father stood much like Asmondeus did. His massive black wings outstretched, his shadows billowing off of him consuming his enemies.
The rest of the house was much the same. White marble pillars lined the porch and holding up the widows walk. The stained glass cast an array of colors on the ground. The mansion itself remained white, but parts were lined with obsidian giving the place the sense of heaven meeting hell. I mean angels and demons did live here, so it was only right they both be represented in some way. White marble for heaven and the blackest of black obsidian for my demon and father. It was a unique look, but beautiful.
The inside was made more modern. From solid dark oak floors, to marble counter tops. Obsidian fire places and plush carpets for the bedrooms. Stainless steel appliances, beautiful porcelain tiles for the kitchen with glass back splash. Crystal chandeliers, gold trim, and persian rugs. In this moment I was thankful I could just conjure all of this into existence. Otherwise we would have been spending thousands if not millions of dollars to accomplish what we had.
I even went as far as to build a separate home, well home of sorts for my dragons. It of course was extremely large. Red velvet lined almost all surfaces. Thick and plush pillows lined the floors to give them something to sleep on, while a separate room was created in vibrant blues for their eggs. Athena and Helios loved it, and were even more thrilled about the home for the eggs. I swear the dragons now spent more time in their new home than anywhere else. The thought made me smile.
Still, no matter how much time and effort I put into rebuilding this mansion or the dragon home for all of us, I still couldn't distract myself enough to get the images and memories out of my head. They weren't distracting, they didn't even scare me. They did however make my blood boil. My rage engulfed me more often than not and it was an overwhelming fire that spread to ever cell in my being. I didn't like feeling like that. Didn't like feeling like I could burn the world to the ground in my rage. I wasn't evil, I didn't want to be evil.
Then again, I'm sure there are people out there who would view me as evil, wold view me as vile, unholy and unworthy. I'm sure people and supernaturals alike saw me as a floozy for having more than one mate. Who looked at me with disgust. But I didn't care. One, no one could be as hard on me as I was on myself. And two, I loved all my men equally. Was connected to each of them as individuals. We, they all had a choice and could leave if they wanted, but we all chose to be together, to love each other and cherish each other. We were all in this together.
I loved my men with every fiber of my being. Every nerve, every cell craved them and loved them. They owned my heart and my soul. And no one could love them more than I did. And I know, I put them in danger. I brought the angels down on us. And I regretted that more than anything. My childishness, my selfishness and futile need for vengeance put all of our lives in jeopardy. I would rather die a thousand agonizing deaths than see them in that position again. Would rather endure the pain of a thousand fires than put them in harms way again.
And the shadow demon was doing just that. Endangering them all, threatening their lives. I couldn't, I wouldn't let that beast take their lives. Even if I had to cur ties, reject all of them, I would save their lives. No longer being tied to me would save them. The bond would break and any and all connections would be lost, freeing them of me and the shadow demon. But would it help? Would the shadow demon stop going after them even with the bond broken? My guess is he would. Because despite me rejecting them I would still love them. I wold still want to protect them and keep them safe. Was there anywhere or anything I could do to stop the shadow demon from attacking them? From taking their lives?
I sighed, laying down in the plush grass and looking up at the endlessness of the stars. So much out there that has yet to be discovered, so much that has yet to prove their danger. Where had the shadow demon come from? Was there more like him, or was he the only one? And if so, were they all as evil and power seeking as he was? I even wondered if he had always been a demon. Or if he was some other creature who had been corrupted. Evil and power can corrupt the purest of souls if they gave it the chance.
Well, whatever the case may be, we would deal with it. We would stand side by side and face whatever was to come. We were each others strength and each others weakness. And on my life I would protect and defend those I loved, or I would die trying.
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