Our Pain

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Previously on Our Pain:

But it was too late, they had already went down, leaving three heartbroken hearts in their leave.

"Giooo!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Elizabeth's pov
We were all grieving, Jughead tried to isolate himself from me and Aby, but we didn't let him. I tried to be there for him as much as I could. We spent so much time with Gio and George's parents.

It was already very hard on parents to lose one child, imagine losing two at the same time, double the grief.

The village was also grieving, Gio and George were both so pure at heart, well George once was. But he decided to be the thing that he had become; a monster.

Everyone was trying to get over the fact that Gio and George left us. Jughead by busying himself with trying to find answers as to why his eyes had become red, the parents by renovating their room, and Annette, I didn't really know what Annette was doing, the second Gio had fell down that cliff, she shut herself off from the world, and I had been so worried ever since, but I knew that she needed her space and time to process everything. She would check on the Aetós' and Jughead every day, because she knew that they would be just as hurt as her.

While me? I was trying to make a new spell; a resurrection spell. Gio had become one of my bestfriends, and it was so fun practicing spells with him, yes I had Annette too, our whole lives we would try average spells on each other and do magic together, but with Gio, it was different; Gio was the definition of a slacker. While Annette was all about fun and experience, Gio was all about technique and morals. I used to look forward to having our magic sessions together.

And now, in memory of my beloved friend, I will find the spell of resurrection.

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It has been five months since the death of the Aetós brothers, and you could say almost everything went back yo normal. All, but Annette. She has been sneaking out every night, and would come back around five o'clock. When I would confront her in the mornings, she would act as if she didn't do anything and was sleeping in our room the entire time, but the thing was that she looked genuinely confused as to what I was talking about.

Jughead and I finally figured out why when he had changed, his eyes had become red and not gold; he was a God. At first, it was hard to understand or to actually believe that he was a God, but when Selene visited me in my sleep, I had finally accepted it and understood what was happening.

Jughead had been destined to be the first God ever. His pure heart had been rewarded with the opportunity to become a God. An Alpha God. Alpha meant leader, and he was the leader of werewolves. When word got out that a werewolf with red eyes had become a God, he was being treated like royalty, people were already at his feet before anyone had known that he would be the first God ever, so imagine what it was like knowing that our creatrice, The Moon Goddess could now have equals, brothers and sisters.

Everyone knew who we were, and it had become hard to leave the house without people following me, begging me to take them to their king or to predict their futures.

We also figured out what I had gotten from Jughead when our souls fully merged. While Jughead got the will of teleportation, I had become a Goddess, when Selene mentioned that I would rule by his side, I didn't know that I would be able to share his God powers, but I did.

People also found out about it, and when they did, it had become harder to escape the house, but thank the Goddess Jughead and me could teleport. Sharing his Alpha God strengths made me more magically powerful, and the intensity of my spells were so much that sometimes, blood would flow down my nose. But all was good, because I had finally found leads as to how I would be able to resurrect Gio.

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Over the last almost thirty years, so much things has happened. One year after the death of Gio and George, Annette fully distanced herself from us before leaving, no trace of her, no nothing. And it took me months to finally get over the fact that my bestest friend and sister had left me all alone. But I still couldn't blame her, she had lost the love of her life, Goddess knows what I would do if I lost my beloved, Forsythe. Annette had changed completly before she ran away, she was like, a new version of George and it had left me even more worried than I already was.

Three years into our beautiful relationship, Forsythe and I finally decided to get married. The wedding ceremony was so beautiful, it consisted of my parents, Jughead's uncle and Mr and Mrs Aetós. I tried to somehow contact Annette but it was no use, it was like she was never even born, and it hurt so much knowing that my sister wouldn't attend my dream wedding with my dream guy.

Ten years after we got married, we already had four gorgeous children, two boys and two girls; Gio, Alexandra, Basil and Althaia.

We raised our children to be the most beautiful things they could ever become. We showered them with love and care, tried as much as we could to provide them with their full needs.

And after our people declared me The Witch Goddess, we were gifted with the most beautiful house ever, a big three story house, that looked like a castle that held a throne room where me and Forsythe would be most of the time.

People had decided to call him God Arthur, because he was the king of werewolves, and his wolf was named Arthur, so it only made sense for them if they called him by his werewolf name.

I had finally found out the resurrection spell two weeks before our wedding, but Jughead didn't let me do it, because it would kill me if I did it alone, I had planned on doing it with Annette in the beginning, but she left, and my mother was becoming weak, so she was definitely not an option.

I was fifty-three when me and Jughead were killed, by none other than my bestfriend Annette, who was being possessed by George, who had planned this all along. She wasn't the one to actually kill us because turns out, she was killed the exact moment she had finished the tribrid's spell, George had killed her, he had three slaves that were half werewolf, half witch/warlock and half vampire. They killed me and my king, taking the resurrection spell with them, and leaving my adult children with no parents anymore.

And how do I know that? It's because I am a Goddess, and I am coming back. Me and Jughead are coming back. Betty Smith and Jughead Jones, the reincarnations of Elizabeth Pasiqhae Angelos-Jones and Jughead Forsythe Jones.

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Hello guys!!! Thank you soo so much for reading, I hope these last few chapters helped you understand more what was happening, now the next chapter we would finally be back to Betty's pov, where Annette and Gio would hopefully have explained everything to them.

I'll see you next time. Love y'all so muchh. Xxx.