Page 90 of Oblivion
These people weren’t my family. I had a family, the one that wanted me with all my broken and fucked-up pieces. I had people that cared about me more than any of these mongrels ever would. That family would have never put me through this.
Those friends would never allow something like this to happen. They would have warned me or at least taken me away from here.
These friends, this Club… They all deserved the wrath I would inflict on them.
“Please,” Indigo begged, and whatever it was that he saw on my face scared him enough to plead with me. “Please don’t—”
“Zoe will be safe, Indigo,” I said with conviction in my voice. “Zoe and Atlas will be safe, but the rest,” I grinned, feeding him poison through each word, “the rest should fucking run, Indigo. I told you I’ve tried to change, I’ve tried to be better, but you people wouldn’t let me. You people want me to be a monster. He,” I looked toward Storm who was waiting on the stage, “wants to portray me as a monster. He wants to use me, to sell me to the highest bidder. But I’m not for sale, you stupid fucks. I was never for sale.”
“Ophelia, don’t do this. He’s hurting. He’s—”
“He’s a coward. He’s a motherfucking coward, Indigo, and he will now find out what happens to people who fuck me over. I gave him my heart.” I smiled sadly before looking back up, numbness taking over my bones. “Now he’s going to get my anger.”
I slipped through the crowd, my head held high, because I knew I was better than them. I would never do this to someone I loved, to someone I cared about. I would never do this to someone I considered a friend or family.
Even when I hated them, I never ever wanted to destroy Cillian and Tristan. Kieran deserved my wrath, he deserved what I did, but I never would have subjected them to such humiliation. Even during those darkest moments, I still cherished the years we’d all had together, because they used to be a vital part of my life.
Men snickered as I passed, their eyes devouring me. Women sneered, as if that could save them from my anger.
“Please welcome,” Storm said as I came closer to the stage. “Ophelia Ekaterina Aster!”
He laughed in my face, while the rest of them booed and called out for my death.
“We should kill them all!” someone shouted.
“Murderer!” another person joined in.
“You should burn in hell!” the third one added, and I took it all in.
I took them all in as I walked on the stage, standing right next to Storm.
The man I loved.
The man I now hated.
My head turned toward him, tilting to the side as the wicked grin took over my lips, spreading wide. He didn’t deserve me.
I would have died for him. I would have died for every single one of them. I would have accepted them and forgot all the filthy words and filthy stares, but now… Nah, they didn’t deserve that.
Storm’s wide eyes narrowed at me, the understanding finally flashing through them.
Without a word, I stepped toward him, placing my hand on his chest.
“Awwww, poor wittle Stormy,” I cooed, grinning from ear to ear. “You finally caught big bad Ophelia Aster.” My voice echoed around the backyard, picked up by the mic. “Congratulations, darling. Scary Hades finally caught Persephone.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his eyes looking down at me.
I snatched the mic from him and took a step backward, unleashing everything inside of me.
“Do you all know the story of Hades and Persephone?” I asked the crowd that was looking at us with bated breath. Some nodded, some stood stoically looking at me as if I was nothing more but the chewing gum on the sole of their shoes. “It was this great, forbidden love, where Hades snatched her from her world and brought her to hell,” I said and looked at Storm. “What you failed to realize is that Persephone was scarier than Hades. Scarier than any of them, really.” I looked toward the crowd, reveling in the fear wafting in the air. “She was the Goddess of Death, darlings.” I chuckled. “A vicious Goddess, unable to ever forgive and forget.”
Silence descended on us, not a single person speaking out.
“You wanted a fight, Storm?” I asked him, taking a step closer to him. “You wanted to destroy me, darling?” I pressed my hand to his sternum, moving slowly toward his heart. “I am going to give you a war, Storm.” I looked up at him, my hand wrapping around his neck. I pulled him down to me and lowered down the mic, away from us.
I pressed my lips to his jaw, feeling him shudder underneath my touch. My mouth moved toward his ear then, the words I’d been keeping, freely spilled from my lips.
“I loved you, Storm. I wanted to wait, to be patient, to show you that I could be better. Now, my darling little God, you are nothing. You are less than nothing, Storm. You are just a weak man who couldn’t do what I needed him to do. Now you and all of these fuckers standing here, cheering for my demise, are going to find out what it is like to be subjected to my wrath. Ask Kieran, Storm. Ask him how I erased him from my life as if he meant nothing.”
