Revenge?
1405 Words
"No, mother!"
She saw it coming. As quickly as her mother's hand had risen, had it come down to meet her face. It burned after a moment.
Although nothing burnt more than her heart.
"Please," she murmured softly.
Her eyes cast in the direction her face had been forcefully moved to. She didn't know what she was pleading for.
What had she done?
"Runt." Zorya's tremoring body came to attention. "Leave us."
"Please, Lady Agatha, please don't hurt her like this. She's already weak. Maybe consider-"
"OUT."
Zorya scurried away.
Never once as she spoke had her gaze strayed from Lilorith.
"Look at me," she whispered coaxingly.
Lilorith tried her best to obey. Though she didn't manage to move her head, her eyes connected with her mother's trembling eyes.
"I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help you. Either I shame our house of demons by allowing you to be with a werewolf, or I let you die. You should know that once creatures like us find a mate, we cannot live without them. We feed off them."
"I know," she mumbled numbly. A few tears made their way down her face.
"He did this to you. Whoever he is, he is the reason you can no longer live a normal life. You won't be able to finish your degree. You won't be able to get too far away from him. Whatever pain you experience from now on is his fault."
"What do you mean by pain?"
The older woman stood up and paced the room for a moment before taking out her phone and putting it to her ear.
"You can let him in."
After hanging up, she gave her daughter a pitiful look. For only a split second before masking it in disgust again.
A bizarre, old male with a bent posture came into the room with a peculiar, deformed tool in his hand. Lilith's eyes widened.
"Mother?"
As she walked out of the room, she stated, "Demons do not become mates with Werewolves. You must learn this the hard way."
"Mother, please. I'm begging you. I didn't choose it. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. You can't leave me in here alone."
Her frail voice failed to fully carry her pleas.
She heard the sound of the door lock and someone banging on it. She heard Zorya's voice on the other side, screaming not to do this.
Everything faded away as the strange man neared.
His lips were sowed together by wire.
That made her tremble even more.
So this was all his fault? The wolf who had spotted her in the dark with golden eyes was to blame.
How could someone she hadn't known, a practical stranger, have managed to cause her so much pain? All because she was his mate? All because of foolish fate?
A part of the strange tool was fitted over her head. The frightening man flicked a switch daintily.
Needles pushed through her body.
Lilorith cried out.
She screamed.
But it just wouldn't stop.
It hurt.
Hurt much more than anything she'd ever felt before.
She hated that stranger. Hated him so much for hurting her this way. She hated fate. Whatever higher power had made the mistake of forcing them together.
***
The grotesque terror who had broken and tortured her the entire afternoon had gone.
After him, her mother Agatha had forced a slimy, green soup down her throat and had asked her if she had felt something.
After confirming that whatever hormone or emotion linked to the wolf was destroyed, she had left her alone again.
Whatever the disgusting soup was, it had helped her regain her strength. She found herself getting up and going toward the bathroom.
Once inside, she hunched over the toilet and hurled. Everything inside of her came out.
Her quivering hands clenched the toilet seat. Her chest pounded.
Lilorith had learned about this in school. She knew what it meant.
Her body was rejecting normal food.
It was easy to deny them being mates when it was just words, but her body couldn't lie.
She slowly stood up tall to face the girl in the mirror. There were some lines going up and down her face. They were never there before...
According to the standards of the supernatural world, she was a woman now. Three days in bed meant she had missed her birthday yesterday.
Lilorith was officially twenty years old.
Her lips quirked up, and an exquisite sound came from her vocal cords. She was laughing.
"How could she treat me like this?" She murmured, "My own mother."
A faint knock came from the door. Lilorith went to open it and found Zorya's concerned face waiting on the other side.
The lean, pale girl lit up at the sight of her. She embraced her, but Lilorith couldn't bring herself to hug back.
Zorya noticed and walked in, shutting the door.
"Do you need company tonight?"
Lilorith shrugged and nodded.
Zorya creased her forehead in thought. Her voice was barely a whisper, "We should leave. And never come back."
Lilorith gave her an uncertain look. For a moment, she considered it. That was all she'd ever really wanted, to get away. From the life, she had, and be normal, like humans.
"I'm not running away from this. I can't run away from this."
"Brielle-"
"No. Nobody who has wronged me today has the right to have me just disappear. I will not disappear. As a matter of fact, I'll become bigger, badder. I'll become their worst nightmares. I'll use them up and hurt them, then I'll throw them to the side, the same way they did. Oh no, I'm here to stay."
Zorya seemed taken aback, but she simply nodded. "I'll be there for you. Whatever you may need, I'll help you with it." She then proceeded to change the bedsheets.
Zorya and Lilorith were extremely close. Even though Zorya acted like the adult between the two of them, Lilorith would liken their relationship to that of sisters.
Zorya had been brought to the House of Last children when she was only six, and Brielle was eight. Her mother had decided it wasn't good for her to be so lonely. And made Zorya her lady in waiting.
They were the only true friends the both of them had.
The other ladies who waited on their family treated Zorya disrespectfully. So Brielle did whatever she could to keep her best friend out of harm's way. Which caused them to have the habit of sharing a bed.
How would they harm her if they couldn't get to her? And one was most vulnerable when they slept.
Brielle's other friends were only for show. To make it seem as though there was some form of peace between the seven Demon houses.
She went to school with those kids and had lived her whole life surrounded by them. In all that time, the only person she had ever made a real connection with was Romero. He was a son of the third House, containing Wrath demons.
"Okay, the bed's ready," Zorya chimed cheerfully. Taking Lilorith out of her thoughts. She tried to give the lean girl a smile, which didn't really work.
"Thank you, Zor."
The girl shrugged her shoulders, "What for?"
"For being a good friend. And for offering your help."
Her freckled cheeks perked up softly and went back down quickly. "Of course. You have my back, and I have yours. I'll go change quickly."
Lilorith inclined her head and got into bed.
She knew it was petty, and her mother didn’t have a choice, but she didn't care. They'd all rue the day they took advantage of her to hurt her.
When Zorya laid down on the other side of the bed, she appeared to be as restless as she was. Although, Lilorith lay very still. Zorya kept tossing and turning.
Normally, she would ask the poor girl what was wrong, but Lilorith felt she had too much on her mind to help her friend through whatever was bothering her.
Finally, at some point, Zorya whispered her name.
"Brie, are you awake?"
"Yeah?"
Zorya sighed quietly. "How are you going to do it? How are you going to exact your revenge?"
"Revenge?" Lilorith smirked. "No, Zor. This won't be revenge. It'll be retribution. Due punishment handed to those deserving of it."
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