The Devil's Daughter

Chapter 25 ~ Fear

A?N I got to go to an Ed Sheeran concert last night and it was AMAZING!!! So I chose one of his songs for this chapter :) make sure you take a look!

Chapter 25 ~ Abbegael 

I fight. I fight as if my life depends on it. Because it does. I can't let him take me into that room. I know what he does in there. I know the darkness and fear that clouds it, thickening the air until you cannot breathe without knowing the pain. He may not have sliced me open in that room but I witnessed the aftermath of his insatiable need to cause pain in there the last time he dragged me to Hell.

I can't let him take me in there. I know he is angry. The violence radiates off of him in harsh waves that I fight not to cringe away from even as I struggle to free myself from him. Though it seems to have no effect on him, as if all the training and the extra strength of being a Halfbreed is no match for him.

The fear that I have always tried to hide from him rears its head and this time I'm not sure I can hold it back. It's been too long. Too long since the last time he dragged me into a dark room and strapped me down to a table. Too long away from him, free from the fear and the despair, too long feeling safe in Zak's arms.

I know he senses the fear in me, but I won't let him see the extent of the pain tearing at my insides. I will not let the tears burning behind my eyes fall, for him to take joy in. No matter how much it hurts knowing that was probably the last time I will ever see Zak and the others. I need to be stronger for them, Lucifer will not break me. I will not turn against my people and I will do everything I can to make sure Zak is safe and that they succeed in destroying Lucifer.

We are getting too close to the doors. I struggle against him, straining to get away from his grip even for just a moment but his arms are wrapped too tight around my body; my back to his chest, arms pinned painfully at my sides. It makes no sense; even without Zak here I should be at least as strong as Lucifer. Yet he barely seems to notice my attempts to fight him off as he marches us ever closer to the familiar doors.

The fear digs its claws further into my heart making it difficult to breathe. How is he so much stronger than me? Even when my abilities were locked behind a wall in my mind I could at least put up enough of a fight that he had to knock me out to strap me onto his table.

Now it's as if he barely even notices that I'm here and all too soon he's pushing me through the doors and into the room where his throne sits high up on its dais and behind it that table. Somehow it looks even worse now than it did the first time I laid eyes on it.

A thick layer of deep red blood coats the once black stone that more resembles an alter than a table. The ground below is a ground up mess of dirt, stone and congealed blood that sends a wave of bile rising in my throat. And still there is that steady drip, drip of fresh blood falling to meet the growing puddle that is spreading further and further throughout the room.

This time I can't stop my eyes from closing or the violent heave that jerks through my body and as soon as my eyes close the lock on the door snaps, a barrage of horror floods my mind and all I know is fear. Something snaps deep inside me and this time when I kick my leg back and jerk my arms up throwing my body forward to get away from him his grip on me falls away easily. I start run, forcing my legs to move faster than they ever have before, back to the door.

"Stop fighting my dear Abbegael. You're finally back where you belong. You're finally home and you'll never have to leave me again. There's no point fighting me, I have multiple enhancers focused on me right now, you have no chance." His voice, too close behind me, sends chills up my spine and I force myself to move faster; maybe if I can get out of the room and fly back to the entrance we came through I can buy myself enough time to try and contact Zak or Isa.