Chapter Twenty-Six

On the low

Only love myself no more

Take you to the grave I'll ghost

I know I can be so cold

In the dark

Where I like to keep my heart

Know I'm all bite, no bark

Like to catch you way off guard

I'll stay so deep inside your brain

And take you somewhere far away

Chapter Twenty Six - Villainous Queen

Nephele's POV

The sound of my Stilettos against the wooden boards was somewhat satisfying to my mind. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore brought me to a safe space. The idealist house in front of me, had me smiling brightly; something that I haven't done in a while.

I smiled because I felt like I was at home.

I felt like I was safe.

So, since I was now alone, I let the tears welling up in my eyes fall to the ground like rain. Despite the smile I had on my face and the warmth of the yellow sun rays on my skin, I let the tears in my eyes finally disperse and pour like it was hailing outside to the floor with agonising intent.

I was beyond confused, depressed and alone. I know the 'alone' part could be fixed with someone being here, but it wasn't that type of alone. It was the being alone in a room full of people. It was the lost type of alone. I lost myself in trying to fulfill a role in Lucifer's life that I wasn't meant to fulfil.

Sure, I was his beloved twin flame, or whatever it was called, but I wasn't HIS twin flame anymore. I was Nephele, someone who was once Nyx and would always be Nyx at heart, but without knowing what Nyx was like.

The personality, the looks, the behaviour, the cognitive function; it would all work the same way with their being no noticeable difference between Nephele and Nyx, but that didn't mean we were the same.

I was Nephele, and I could only learn to be Nyx through remembering everything about her. I had to relive my lives as her to recognise I was her; something which I could not do.

Therefore, I was alone. I was alone in this feeling and no one would be able to console me unless that was me. I had to get over this myself, and without the aid of anyone else, because this was a private and me type of issue. I could use a therapist right now, but they would ask too many questions. I knew what I had to do.

As for the depression, it wasn't the mental illness type of depression, it was more the confused and shocked and sad and hopeless kind of depressed feeling. A normal emotional response to the external stimulus presented to the Human Psyche.

I had no words for how much I was being lied to. I had no words for how much I was lost and left out on. My father was trying to kill me for some reason.

My Soulmate was continuously lying to me, despite swearing he was trying to tell the truth and 'protecting me', and then my mother, what she did.

I don't know who I am.

I don't know who to believe.

I don't know what I am.

I don't know whose memories I see.

I don't know who is my mother and who is my father and who is my best friend and who is Lucifer and who I am.

I don't know anything anymore.

It was like the world was swept from underneath me. The ground, the grass, the rocky terrain that was once solid was now non-existent and I floated endlessly in the black abyss as gravity no longer took form. I was floating and detached from every reality that was possible to an organic race.

Everything was now nothing.

Everything was non-existent.

I felt as though I wasn't who I was meant to be, as though I was an impost-

"Nephele." I turn on my heel to face the area where the voice came from in a sharp movement, noting the tone of voice and the individuals positioning. I knew that voice instantly, and I grew mad. She must have slipped through the portal when I came.

"Here to keep tabs on me again, Freyja?" My voice was cold, it not portraying a hint of me true emotions in the current moment.

"I am here as a friend, as I have been since your mother-"

"Don't even go there. I already know everything I need to know about you and your endless façade." I sneer and continue walking upon the wooden boards into the cool and minimalistic designed house I built to become my refuge.

I could play this situation in two ways.

I could be the emotional and innocent little princess, needing help and guidance by a backstabbing bitch, and eventually use that to my advantage.

That way did seem more fun; more manipulative and vengeful which was something I was wanted to do. Or I could be the villainous Queen of my own story; be independent and show her what I truly mean.

It is my choice.

It was my choice. Not singularly Nephele's or Nyx's. It was our – my – choice.

I was now a singularity. I wasn't two singularities and instead had merged to form one sole singularity of the two individuals who were mistakenly similar yet held memories so drastically different.

It was the most logical way to deal with such a large trauma. Theoretically Nyx and I are the same person. It was easier to consider it as such despite how much more I need to think this over.

"You obviously don't know anything about it then if you are unwilling to talk about it." Her voice grew defensive and angry in a childish way, as though she knew I was going to run straight back to her.

The action made me annoyed. I knew that she was up to something, I had to just figure out what façade she wore today.

"Oh, I am quite sure I do understand." I don't pay her any attention as I once more continue walking towards my new and lavish home. Pushing open the glass panelled door to the open spaced living quarters with the wave of my hand, I hear her silently follow me as I step into the home.

As my foot passes the invisible line that cuts an invisible but protective boundary that outlines the house like a shield, I feel the familiar swirl of air as a falcon feather sharp as a dagger flew at my back with some precision.

I, of course, now had protectionist measures against such unfaithful attacks.

"Aiming to kill me so I'll forget about this and the world will begin again, are you?" I hold my hand up, leaving the projectile feather suspended by some force mid-air with it stuck between my telekinetic grasp. I leave it dangling in my grasp as I decide what to do with it, thinking both about how within the spans of a few hours I am able to stop a projectile with a wave of my hand – something I could do yesterday, as well as what I was to do with the filth that stood outside my home with what I am guessing is a shocked gaze.

I turn around to face her with my hand held up, showing her the visible projection of my powers whilst keeping one hand hidden behind my back and twirling my fingers in a pattern that was unfamiliar to me knowledgably, but felt right somehow.

"You do not understand, you are not to fall into your father's hands at any cost." Her voice was hoarse, as though she was fighting for something to believe in.

"You are the one not understanding here." I state but with an equal amount of vigour. "You do not understand the pain, the heartache and distress you have put me through for the past how many centuries. I was willing to fight when I was a mere 500 years old. I am still willing to fight for whatever cause because I must to ensure my own freedom. I have been nothing but lied to since the day I was born, and I am sick of it. I am so done with everything you have said to me, and I am done with my mother trying to control my life." I face her fully, keeping my face as cold as stone.

"You don't understand Nephele. You are a mere baby in God terms. You are your mothers prized possession. Your father is a bad man and will do anything to kill you. We are only trying to keep you saf-"

"I am not a possession! I am a person, whether I be a God or not. I am a person and I am old to look after myself. I have done it perfectly fine for however many lifetimes, I can do it again. And I get to dictate what my father is, not you."

"Nephele, please. Don't do this, you need me. You need your mother. You cannot live without us." I pause for a long period of time. I maintain a cruel eye contact with Freyja, noticing her eyes softening slightly in a fake way, thinking she has one me over.

She was wrong.

She didn't know me anymore.

"I am Nyx, the Goddess of the Night, and I will not let my mother or anyone dictate my life in such a way ever again."

With that being said, my fingers behind my back flared outwards, unwinding a wave of power rippling towards her body, containing her flailing self in nanoseconds with an ice blue aura. I hold her there, twisting my left hand with cruel intent as her body morphs and disfigures with the movement of my hand. I smile sadistically, not harming her, just frightening her a little.

"Freyja, this is your last chance before I will do damage. Leave me alone. I don't want to hear from you, or anyone who is in relations with you ever again. I am my own person, whether that be Nephele or Nyx, and I deserve to be let go. Let me go." I whisper the last sentence, before throwing the dagger she aimed at me straight through her eye with a high velocity.

The dagger into the eye would not have killed her. Gods were immortal and could be killed through a limited number of ways. The dagger into the eye would however make her reset; just like they did to me except without the memory being erased scenario.

She would be reset to her place of origin and therefore could no longer bother me endlessly like she has. She wouldn't be able to return here as I have cut of the portal into this landscape, to this home that I built.

Don't ask me how I did close the portal, because I don't know myself.

"Goodbye Freyja." I watch her from the corner of my eye. I watched that dagger fall from where she was held in my grip by some new ice blue force that I didn't know I had until a few hours prior. I watched as the dagger cut through the air where she occupied before I turned on my heel into the house I had built for myself.

I had come to the realisation in these moments that I was Nephele.

Undoubtably, I was Nyx as well though. She was me and I was her. We were the same. We looked the same. We had the same personality. We had the same thoughts. We once were one, although we may be separated by millions of years regardless.

I wish I could honour the memory of me. I wish I could dig a grave and lay an empty casket just to pay my respects for what Nyx had gone through alone when she was young - what I went through.

I knew that I would never remember everything she did, nor remember who she was completely, but I knew that was because she and I do the same things because we are the same person. We were bound to have the same patterns, same habits, same likings. But the thing was that I hated that I couldn't remember the past that I should know.

I hated that I couldn't avenge her to the degree that I should be able to.

So, I came to the decision to leave her the past. I will leave my previous lives in the past.

It wasn't an easy decision, but it was made swiftly. It was for the best. Nyx no longer existed, either as a god as she was replaced or the real world.

She was no longer a 'thing'- a goddess – who existed in both worlds. She was a mere memory that I could never reach. She was nothing more than an illusion of the mind to everyone known.

I would leave her in the past, and avenge her.

I would get revenge for the both of us.

I would ensure that we, that I, will not have to cope with anymore of that shit.

I will show them the mistakes that they made when deciding to hide me away.

I will show them that Nyx was not dead and she will live on through me.

Nephele was Nyx and Nyx was Nephele.

Our memories will live on through the centuries.

Our revenge will cause cities to fall and mountains to part.

Our life will be proven to be our choice, and no one else's.

They will feel the wrath of our Hate.

They will learn that our hate could cause continents to break and worlds to end.

They will learn the true extent to which a Goddess could be mad.

So, with each step I took into the house, the more emotionless and cold hearted I became. Every step I took alone, I became more distant and detached from the world I knew.

I resent my alleged mother for what she has done to us, to me. I abhorred her. I detested her. I hated her beyond words. What she did, for whatever reason, was beyond excusable. She knew that her plan wouldn't work, I could tell by the look in her eyes in those cells. I could tell by the way she smiled at my ghost in the cells in those dreams that she knew what would happen. She knew I would be there and she thought she could be the end of me once more. She was wrong. It may be irrational and aggressive, but with the emotions coursing through my veins rightened the hate. I knew that I was being cruel and harsh, but I would never forgive her. I would never let her come to me again. I would never let her trick me anymore.

She was dead to me.

I knew she meant nothing to me anymore as I let the tears fall faster and harder as ice encased my body once more.

Each step I took was longer and more powerful than the last, and I realised that I was infusing my newly found power with my emotions once more.

I didn't care though, as I shouldn't have cared previously. They were a protection mechanism that warded off bad boys with pretty stormy eyes and blonde hair, who smiled with pearly white teeth and hid the horns that grew on his head.

Within the coldest and cruellest off moments, I found myself reforming into a new person. A person who was both Nyx and Nephele. Both the former, the present and the lost selves. I understood that to ever understand and reconnect with the lost part of my senses I would need relive and avenge my younger self. It was in this moment; the coldest and cruellest of moments, when I understood what had to be done.

We would avenge my younger self.

We would avenge every life I have lived.

We would take revenge for myself.

And that was the moment; when I had decided my own fate regarding my mother and Lucifer, the world shifted from under me once more as darkness swallowed me whole as I fell to the tiled floor. All I felt was a harsh and strangled tug on the mental link between Lucifer and I, the newly found link becoming either fully severed or entangled even further.

Lucifers POV (CONTINUATION OF THIS CHAPTER!)

I watched her desperately step through the portal to a place I will never be able to enter without her permission.

I watched her, my other half, step another step away from me with tears in her eyes and a sorry look on her face.

I watched her, and let her, go as the ice burned my hands with even more sharpness than before with my attempts to break free and run towards her.

I screamed as she stepped fully through the swirling purple and gold that probably lead to a paradise that she would be the happiest in.

I screamed as she left me here, left me once more.

I screamed recalling this as an all too similar scenario that happened a millennium ago with the same people involved.

I screamed as my heart broke, ripping into two pieces as my beloved disappeared behind a closing curtain of royal purple and lavish golds.

The restraints holding me back break, leaving me to sag forward against the floor with despair. The hall was silent, the only thing audible was the sound of my ragged breathing as I lay my head in my hands against my lap.

I let the tears in my eyes gather once more, much like the last time I lost her.

I lost her again.

I lost her.

I rock back and forth as my heart breaks even more, the severing of the proximity with her returning me to the depths of literal Hell.

A cool aura surrounded me, the only thing remaining of her only having to do with the absence of her presence.

Without her I was cold, cruel, calculating and dark. A manipulative God described for the harshest of crimes, the worst of sins.

She was ice, cold but refreshing. She was the Goddess of the Night, bringing an calm cool air after a day.

She was calm. I was rage. She was grace. I was chaos. She was ice. I was burning flames. She was kind-hearted. I was cruel.

She was my other half in many ways – more than one.

And she was gone once more.

She was gone and I couldn't get her back this time. I couldn't access her. I couldn't reach her.

Her mind was disconnected from the link that once bound us on her saying my name. She wasn't responsive. She was as cold as I was. She was lifeless, somehow like I was during my darkest days after her disappearance. Her link was there, just lifeless. She was lifeless.

"Lucifer." His voice sounded from the side of me. He was wary to approach me, as he should be.

"You took her from me." I say lowly, a grumble at the back of my throat as anger seethes from my skin. "You let her get away from me."

"Lucifer, she didn't want to be here. You lied to her, like everyone else had. How did you think she was going to feel? She thought she could trust you not to lie to her and you did." I knew, some part of me knew that he was right. But that part of me was irrational in those moments.

"You took her from me." I rage within milliseconds, rising from the ground and aiming at his throat as I leap from my position onto him.

We both knew who would win this fight. He knew. I knew. I was the greater fighter from the both of us. He was trained, as my head of War, he was trained. But he lacked the years that I had on him. He would forever be inferior to me in such a way.

Especially now that he took my amare from me.

I land on my left foot and using it as a point of contact before I twist in the air to the left. I use the momentuem gained from my movements as well as the excess power I have control over to land a damaging blow to the side of Thanatos' head before continuing the spin and landing a second blow with my once grounded foot to his ribs. I land facing him, noticing his disfigurement and surprise at the attack.

I give him a cruel, a truly wicked, smile.

"Lucifer think about this rationally. She needs someone on the inside with her, she needs to not be alone right now. Her mother is trying to kill her, control her like a puppet. Her father is long gone – we both know that. Except she doesn't, she doesn't know the real enemy here." He had a point, but regardless, I didn't like him.

I squeeze my hand tightly, bundling him into a fist in my hold. I feel the particles around him heed to my mental commands and let me gain control over his bodily movements.

"When she finds out that her father isn't her anymore, when she finds out that her mother killed her father, she is going to break Lucifer. You have to be there." He warns with solidarity. It was clear, he cared for her obviously. It was a little to much caring but regardless, he had a point. Except I didn't like him still.

I squeeze my hand tighter. I let him yell as I crush his bones, liking the way his screams echo from the hallway. I let the anger burn brightly inside my core, letting the flames that beg to be let out grow and grow with every blink, with every thought, that leaves the God of gentle Death's subconscious. I let it all sit and rest, only waiting to implode from within.

"Lucifer-" He finishes his sentence with a scream as I crush is arm in on itself, liking the sound of the bones cracking "I know how you feel-" Another antagonising scream is released from his throat viciously. "She was taken from me too, I understand." I release the grip on his body slightly, not out of pity or anything however.

I smile sadistically as I look him in the eye as I raise him from the floor sharply. I watch his eyes widen and his jaw clench as he waits for the inevitable to come.

"The difference was that you lost your beloved on your own terms. You took mine away from me." I state before I let the flames burn my skin so intensely that the raging fire explodes from my body with an initial impulse.

I close my eyes and extend my arms elegantly as the flames burst out along every seam of my skin, letting the pure heat immerse the halls of the now empty castle with a fireball so strong – so intense - that it would have burnt any material other than materials made by me.

I let my castle go up in flames, everything that I desired to remain uncharred remaining uncharred. I let Thanatos burn in the hallway, like a lamb on a cross waiting to be buried but was burnt by a forest fire whilst waiting. I let him scream in agony as he wallows in his pain, letting him feel a mere fraction of the pain that drummed my heart every time I took a breath as I was reminded my beloved was not near me.

I feel my eyes change colour to the red they knew so well the first time my beloved was taken. I felt the change rapidly, and knew that without Nephele by my side I would remain this way for a millennium more. I let my beast take over this time. I didn't fight this. I let the voice of darkness inside my head. True darkness. True harm. True chaos. That is what this beast was. He held no mercy. He held no kindness.

He only knew violence.

He feed on the darkness and chaos within others. He thrived on violence and war. And without his beloved by his side, he was going to get it.

I felt myself morph, change into a new persona. I felt my spine stretch a little taller. I felt my tendons stretch as my muscles grew a little bit larger. I felt my hair cells change a fraction as well, noting the change of colour from pure blonde to a pitch black. I felt my limbs elongate as I grew in size. I felt the physical aspects of me change ever so slightly. The beast was a combination of all Death personas combined.

It required great skill to master a God's beast, and ever greater skill to master the beast of Death and Darkness. He was savage. He was brutal. He was violent. He knew no mercy and no bounds. There was no escape from him when he set your eyes on you.

I felt myself change. I was present in the moment, as I was him and he was I. We were the same person. We felt the same things. Except this was the real, the true me. This version knew no bounds, no distinct lines when it came to matters that involved something dire. This version of me was also the crowned King of Hell whom had been absent from the throne for centuries after I had found Nephele's previous form. The only thing able to calm down the Beast that lay dormant inside any significant God was their beloved. Both a curse and a blessing to all.

We both ran on the same principle. It was a primitive way of nature.

Except, I was him and he was I.

We were the same.

"Lucifer-" I turn to face them with a slow turn, the flames ongoing behind me as I face the uncharred hallway that once occupied my mate.

"My Lord." Lilith corrected and I felt myself smile wickedly at her. I saw the flash of fear in her eyes. I saw the flash of fear in Adam's as well. It did not bother me this time; it was to be expected. It did however make me smile more. Lilith drops onto the floor instantly, feeling the power radiate from my form and forcing her to submit.

"My Lord." Adam assures quickly and gets down on one knee beside his beloved, lowering his head to the floor out of respect to his King. The smile maintains constant on my face as my mind travels through the dimensions finding a loophole into Nephele's secret little safe haven that will not be so safe once I find her.

"You have returned." I felt the smile behind Lilith's voice, knowing that she was born of this rage. I also felt the concern from Adam in this moment, however ignored it.

The change was complete.

I KNOW THIS IS LIKE SUPER WEIRD AND DIFFERENT AND STRANGE BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW.  THIS WAS A RAPID CHANGE IN WRITING TONE AND CHARACTER.

BEFORE WE CONTINUE LET ME KNOW UR THOUGHTS ON THIS SIDE OF HER. HER DYNAMIC IS CHANGING.

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE AS WELL, HOW IS LUCIFERS DYNAMIC. HE IS REALLY THE BAD GUY RIGHT NOW TOO. He is literally going to be the Wicked and Cruel King trope but with a twist of romance. 🥴

Please let me know, it may seem like a random change because honestly it was for me too, but It'll all work itself out!!!

Word Count is 4700

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