Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 123

Lucien's P.O.V.

I smile evilly at Skylar after communicating with the most important person in my life. "Just one more thing asshole, Bella says 'FUCK YOU'. I hope you understand how immensely FUCKED YOU are, do you?"

He nods, sniveling while staring at the fire they were preparing to discard Bella's body in, now realizing it will be his own funeral.

"And I," my father hisses in his deep demonic voice, "have a score to settle with you as well." Skylar turns to him, eyes wide and red rimmed. "You shoved my wife so hard she fell and hit her head on the counter behind her." I look at my Dad sharply and then my anger explodes from me like a gun. To find out this jackass not only hurt Bella, he also hurt my MOM?? Oh, I don't think so.

My demon roars in disbelief. "You pathetic pillock," I snarl. "Not only did you hurt Bella, but also my mother?"

He looks at my demon in horror. "I...I...did...didn't know who she was," he cries.

"And you think that matters? You think using your strength to hurt women is acceptable?" I scream, grabbing him roughly and throwing him against one of the trailers. I hear the dog bark inside, but I'm so furious, my focus is a laser point on the back of Skylar's head. "How does it feel, hmm? To have somebody so much stronger than you take advantage of you?"

He's sobbing now, in great heavy heaves. I know I've broken his arm because he's holding it against his body. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he moans in between his crying.

"Save it, I don't believe you," I snarl at him. "You're only sorry because you were caught and overpowered."

He shakes his head. "Please...tell...tell your girlfriend...tell your mother...I'm sorry."

I happen to glance at the Grimm keeping Skylars friends company before taking them to Hell, and the creature is shaking it's head back and forth slowly. They're not much for talking, but this one is conveying his disapproval loud and clear. "Grimm," I call to it. It stops and tilts it's hooded head in my direction. "Do you believe this man, believe that's he's contrite and remorseful?" The Grimm shakes it's head again. "Yeah, me either," I tell it, turning to my father. "What shall we do to collect our debt?"

He thinks for a moment. "How about if we drop him from a height of five stories?" he suggests. "As he's plummeting to his death, he will have a few moments to reflect on his life and know how much his death and afterlife are going to hurt."

"Ooh...I like it," I tell him, grabbing Skylars broken arm while my Dad takes his other one. We lift off the ground and fly about seventy feet in the air and hover for a moment while I get one last jab in. "This is far from your last bit of torture. Our demons are waiting for you in Hell," I tell him as we let go and he plummets to the Earth, screaming until his body slams into the ground.

We land in front of the Grimm who now has possession of all four souls. "My Father is disappointed in you," my Dad tells them. "You chose to live your lives taking, hurting and destroying without thought or consequence. Therefore, He has forsaken you, left your afterlife in my care. This is quite unfortunate...for you," he hisses at them. Then he nods to the Grimm and the four men disappear from Earth forever.

While my Dad is lecturing the dead men, I start cleaning up the clearing. I throw Skylar's broken body into the fire and ignite it to an inferno again. Then I open the trailer and hook the dog to a shorter leash I found on the counter, bringing it outside. "I'll go get the car so we can bring this animal to the Parker's shelter. You need to stick around and make sure that fire stays contained," my Dad says.

"No problem," I tell him and sit on the bench to watch the flames, scratching the dog behind it's ears. I can feel scabs and scars across the animals skin, and it makes me angry again. "You poor thing," I say to the dog and it whines at me. "Are you hungry? Let's find out if these idiots left any food for you." I stand up and decrease the flames of the fire, taking the dog back into the trailer. I sift through the refrigerator looking for protein I can feed this animal, and I come up short, so I try the next trailer. I find some leftover hamburger meat, giving it to the dog with a bowl of water. It inhales the food like it hasn't eaten in a while, and I sit there with it, talking to it softly while it eats. I decide to go three for three and break into the last trailer. This one smells like cigarettes, and I assume it belonged to yellow toothed Richard. There is more food in this trailer...eggs, pizza, hot dogs...so I let the dog go to town on what ever it wants. If the police are ever called, it will look like somebody broke in, rifled through their belongings, ate their food, and performed some nefarious deed to the inhabitants. I smile when I think that is exactly what happened, but it's nothing the police will ever be able to put together.

I hear the engine of my Dad's car and walk back outside with the dog. When he pulls up, Bella opens the car door and races over to me, jumping into my arms and crushing me in her embrace.