Rebekah Salvatore finally found love (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hasherwhims) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
"Fraud. That was you. I thought we were out, that we were home. I thought you were pleased to see me, relieved I was back, everyone was, I was happy and free and everything was going to be okay. There was a party to celebrate. But then it changed. Telling me you all wished I'd stayed in Hell. And you would pin me to a wall." Her hand drifted up to her neck, where she had felt him grip her so many times. "You would tell me that I'm nothing to you. Pathetic. Mock me for saving you. You weren't even angry, you were just smug. And then you killed me. While everyone watched and laughed." Her other hand went to her chest, clenching over her heart, where she had felt the cruel fingers tearing into her. "That day happened over and over and over again. At the start I'd forgotten all the others, but as it went on, the memories would come back, and if I tried to run, you laughed, caught me, killed me anyway. So many times, you killed me and you laughed and it felt so real. Because I'm not your family, I am not your sister, I am nothing." The words he genuinely had used on her before, before he had snapped her neck and left her on the floor. Disowned her.
She actually needed to take a few breaths before she could keep on. That had been the one she had lived through the most, that one and Lust, the two most targeted at her, at her love. A love she was so pathetic for having.
"And last was treachery. Because we'd had the nerve to stand against Heaven and Hell. It made us watch the Apocalypse, start to finish, only in this finish we lost. Everyone lost. It was just utterly pointless because how could we have ever expected to win against archangels. It was destiny, it was written and we watched the world burn for our arrogance." They had betrayed the natural order of things, betrayed heave and hell with their assumptions. And paid for it.
She didn't look up, stared at the sheets in front of her, fingers toying with a loose thread. "So there you have it. The nine circles of Hell. Some happened more than once, there wasn't really an order to it all, but all of it was there."