Kingdom of the Feared

I always knew you. And always will. Your soul calls to mine. It’s a feeling of coming home. Of peace. No magic can duplicate it.

I believe I’m powerful, therefore I am.

Rise,” he said softly. “Just as they always feared you would.

One of the hardest things anyone can do is live in the here and now. Not worry about the future, not rehash the past. Be present, that's the secret to changing your future. To finding true happiness.

And he is her fate. As she is his. ‘As above, so below.’ They are the balance. Light and dark. One fallen from above, and one created in the underworld below.

Tell me now. That I'm your favorite sin.

love and hate are both rooted in passion- strange how that line becomes blurred over time.

If you die on me now, I’ll hunt you down and drag you back.

Fear would hold me back. But faith in myself would set me free.

Prince Wrath, please say hello to the Duke of Devon.” Wrath flashed his teeth. “Fuck off, Devon.

Show me why they call you the Wicked.

Once something is put in motion, we rarely have control over the outcome, no matter what our initial intentions are.

Standing back so someone can walk the rest of their path alone is often the most difficult part, especially when you care.

Lazier?” Lust supplied. “He is, trust me. All he does is lounge about with his books. His House is one giant, messy library. Not an orgy or sinful tableau to be found in the whole of his circle. I can’t tell you the last time he engaged in debauchery. I bet he hasn’t even stroked his own cock in a decade. Fucking insulting to demons everywhere.

Subtlety isn’t your strong suit.” “Subtlety is for cowards, my lady.

Instead, he extended a hand. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at it, my sobs nearly choking me now. “Rise,” he said softly. “Just as they always feared you would.

Twisted though it may be, that was the power of love. It could usher in warmth and light, and it could also turn a single ember into a raging inferno, destroying those who threatened it. Love might be the worst sin of them all, with its two sides.

He looked like someone who understood, intimately, what it was like to lose everything. To be forced to stand when you wished to fall. To get up on your own and then defy the hand of fate that brought so much pain by smacking you down time and again. To choose to live and flourish despite the bad. And most important, to dare to dream of better days while your current world was a living nightmare.

Some of us have yet to indulge in our baser desires. Murder, unfortunately, seems to be an aphrodisiac only for House Wrath. Surprising to none, actually.

We are hell gods, Emilia. We are the Feared.

There was more to life than vengeance and the retribution. If we went after everyone who ever hurt or wronged us, we'd never appreciate the good in our lives.

A powerful ally to some. A nightmare to others

Grief wasn’t simply a shadow that followed people around; it was the worst sort of companion. It was an emotion that could either encourage someone to wither away through sorrow and tears or turn them into a monster. Craving vengeance like blood. Justice. Retribution. As if spilling blood would bring that one person back. I would know. It was the very same spark that ignited my current path.

To be forced to stand when you wished to fall. To get up on your own and defy the hand of fate that brought so much pain by smacking you down time and again, To choose to live and flourish despite the bad. And most important, to dare to dream of better days while your current world was a living nightmare

I chose to end a curse that would have kept me caged for eternity. I gave up my power for freedom, to right a wrong I’d helped to create, intentional or not. I did not give up my magic for one demon. Though following my heart was the right path, at least for me. When I considered the paths open to me, I could live without magic, but I couldn’t imagine giving up everything else I loved to hold on to it. I chose the path that offered me the life I want to live.

Apologies, my temper got the best of me.” I gripped my skirts and spun on my heels, following the trembling attendant out of the room. I had just gotten my sister back, and it would be the coldest day Hell had ever known before I allowed any harm to befall her. Deceitful, conniving wretch that she was, she was my blood, and I’d protect her with each drop of mine whether she deserved my loyalty or not.

I can only hope one day you won't have to ask me such a question" I said. "That my actions will speak louder than my words.

I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day thereafter. I accept our bond. I give my heart, my soul, my power to thee.

I don’t give a high holy fuck about my court, my lady.

You really shouldn't have flung that match. Now you'll feel her burn