Hell's Empire

Nothing ; Ch.28

"I feel nothing." She spoke, her figure slightly shaking; I had truly broken her.
Angels were suppose to be closer to life than anything else, and the fact that she doesn't feel anything but pain and fear, scares me.
That and she feels .. love?

I couldn't deal with the confusion tearing inside me, she cannot love me and fear me, Im Hades- Im a devil, I cannot be loved.
Affection isn't something I want, I don't need it and I never felt like I needed it.
I shut my eyes, repeating the same verse in my mind.

I broke an angel.

I broke an angel.

I broke an angel.

I broke an angel.

I smiled to myself, allowing the guilty pleasure to surge within me. I broke a creation of god and he cant do anything about it. I broke an angel, this angel who fell in love with me. This angel that heaven has no control over, she's stubborn and clumsy and beautiful.

I want to hurt her, shatter her... love her.
A pain in my chest broke loose and I was sent plummeting against a wall. I wailed in pain, and tugged on my black leather chest plate, the pain surged through me, it was intolerable yet painfully blissful. I removed my chest plate and stared in pained sensation; the area just above my ribs was burning- tearing and melting.

"Why do you torture yourself?" I looked up at Marcel through pained eyes, why do I torture myself?

"You ask yourself a question only you'd know the answer to, yet you're completely oblivious. How shameful." I chuckled through the serenity the burn was leaving me. He stood in the dark corner across the library, his face masked by the darkness that lurched around us.

"Reveal yourself, reveal your side." I demanded, he sighed, taking a step forward allowing me to witness his torn face. I smiled without humor, who did this to him.

"You did this to me. To yourself- I am you and if I die, so do you." I grinned, dying? Dying is not in my nature, Marcel, I am death.

He chuckled, "You may not die, but the girl. She can, and Edward knows your weakness. Your passion for the angel." He turned tossing his book into the flames of the chimney, I watched him intensely, the Book of All Futures- is now a pile of ash.

"I read through her story. She's had a rough life-" I laughed, why tell me something I know? I read her story and I know her life. I kept my laughter, even as I felt the intolerable, burning pain still ambushing my chest.

"She's pure and holy and is conflicting with herself on whether or not to stay. She loves you." The pain rose with the mention of love, yet Marcel, who had half of his face missing, continued.

"Tell me something new!" I yelled, I don't need information that is already a part of me.

"And Edward- he plans on marking her tonight, take her to Olympian Mountain, keep her there, because the smallest mark could damn her here for eternity." I grinned again, this time with humor.

"Hades, find a release." Marcel spoke blankly, yet inside I knew he burned with the same passion- torture, games of fire. He needs release too. I walked through him and exited the library then sped towards Fawn.

Release.