13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

Alternative Ending Part I: Hourglass

A/N: One, This takes place in the middle of Chapter XXIV: Somebody Someone, so maybe go back and reread for a recap. Two, I wrote this completely on my own, so if the portrayal of certain characters, or their speech patterns, or just everything seems a little different, that's why. Three,I'm a horrible person. And four, If you're in a place where you can't cry, find a place where you can. 

-Wednesday

"Pl-ease..." my dying voice pleads. Whatever gods may be, I suppose that this our penance for whatever sins and cursable deeds we have committed, or perhaps they simply desire nothing more than to witness the suffering as they watch over, laying in over-indulgent comforts of the heavens.

"The more you beg...the more agonizing this will be for you," he voice speaks, waging the truth as it awaits us.

Chris fights against the ridiculously over-sized guards as they continue restricting him to kneel on the floor, a tight grip on his raven locks, keeping his head locked upon Lucifer's acts before him. There is nothing more than a burning contempt, fed by hatred and dripping in fantastical violence in which he would love to rain down upon Will.

He thrashes under their hold, causing another hulking mass of a guard to come up and drive his fist straight into Chris perfectly-sculpted face. A maddening, nausea-inducing crack slices through the air, and I cry out in desperation and horror.

The guard saunters away, allowing me a full view of the father of my children in his current state. My gaze shakes between Chris as his head hangs, his body slumped over as blood pours down from his nose, and dripping onto the floor, creating a horrid crimson puddle.

Even as the dark spots flit across my vision, my eyes cannot avoid the wickedly satisfied grin bathing Lucifer's features as he grabs my jaw, yanking it to force me to face him. His expression speaks volumes, while I would be the last person to play a game with my children's lives, it informs me of that William is not bluffing, nor will he ever.

I have never bothered to search for Chris' weaknesses for the most part, and I know I realize that it because I am his weakness, and I am carrying two more of them. If someone wanted to genuinely hurt Chris -a man who has never hesitated to speak of how he is willing to watch all he has built crumble away and blow like ash between his fingers- all they would have to do, is get him where it truly hurts.

The one place that if he truly let burn away as he watched, he would shatter and would make sure every inch of Hell and beyond should soon follow in a manner much worse than his own loss.

His family.

His mother.

His father.

Even his own brothers.

And most painfully of all, his innocent, vulnerable, and unborn children.

In the corner of my eye, I see Chris' head lifting, the heavy flow of blood soaking his shirt and covering the lower half of his face. I choke back a sob, attempting to stay strong for Chris, it is despicable enough that he shall witness such a thing, he need not see my physical manifestation of our shared anguish.

As Lucifer's hardened length slides inside me, and he releases a pleasured groan, it takes all I have to not break down. The body that I have given to only Chris, has now been infiltrated by a man other than him, I feel as a traitor would, and there is nothing to stop such a thing.

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As he pulls away from my shaking and paralyzed form, I find that I can barely breathe, all I can do, is cry. He grins at me, "don't pretend you didn't enjoy it, Darling, as your moans said otherwise."