Valentine III.

Hell's Heavy Metal Grin.

🌹 Welcome to the Finale. Please enjoy with the music.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown...but heavier is the heart.

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I awake with a painful jolt that leaves me wheezing and gasping for precious air. Precious air that I wasn't supposed to be able to breathe... Precious air that was supposed to be no more for me.

Rushing my hand to my chest, I feel around for the wound but I am instead, met with the usual smooth feel of my unharmed skin lining my ribcage.

No. Th-this doesn't feel right.

I frown confused as I glance down at my scarlet-stained dress. A faint headache buzzes in the back of my skull, but I am too perplexed to pay it any mind.

"Am I...dead?" I mutter to myself even more confused when my voice comes out clear and amplified.

"Do you want to be?" comes a deep voice from across the room.

The same voice that haunted the worst stretches of my nightmares. That same chilling voice that escorted me into the darkest of reprieves. The bringer of death and chaos. I don't need to tell you his name, I'm sure you already know it well by now.

My chest stiffens at the sound of his raspy greeting, and my palms moisten as I grip the sides of my robe. Glancing around desperately, I search for anything I can use to defend myself. A baton? ...A dagger?

Observing our surroundings, I notice we are back in Olympus. It looked more like the underworld now.

As the sight of the scattered throne room shimmers before me, just the way it had in my dreams, my eyes land on a sharp slice of broken glass just a few meters away. I eye it in temptation, before the sound of his voice pulls me from my contemplation.

"Come here," he whispers ever so softly, yet just loud enough for me to hear.

Torn between shock and confusion, I scoff at his audacity. My reaction comes too soon apparently, as a chilling quake begins to overtake me just as he rises from his perched position several feet away.

Shaking my head, I watch his towering figure as he smirks back down at me...waiting. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over the room and the small black mark under his cardinal-colored eyes glimmers as he continues to watch me expectantly. His long dark hair is neatly pulled back and he wears a hefty, dark cloak.

My chest grows heavy in a way that makes me feel like an overheated engine about to combust and erupt into a mess of deadly flames. I don't know what is happening to me.

Bringing up my trembling hands, I study them as the shaking gets worse, and worse.

Swiftly bringing them back down to clutch my dress and suppress the uncontrollable chills currently coursing through me, I open my mouth to speak, but I am interrupted by a hammering sensation in my head. An overwhelming need to obey fills me from the bottom up, and reluctantly, I stand.

As I take one shaky step forward, the aching feeling begins to ease itself.

My breathing heavies as I take a few more steps, until I stand right at his chest, only inches away from his lofty frame. I frown up at him in confusion, as my thoughts reel around uncontrollably in my perplexed mind.

"It hurts doesn't it?" he coos bringing his lips to my forehead and planting a benign kiss. Trailing a path with his lips from my forehead, down to my ear he nibbles lightly on the soft skin before pulling back.