My queen, my love, my wife, my Genevieve,

I will forever love you, because you are extraordinary.

I cannot tell you — quite literally, I can't — how important these letters are for me, how much they mean to me. I found these a couple of days ago, but I wasn't strong enough to go on and read them, until Dr. Linda gave me some wise advice (as always) and I elected to finally do it. Needless to say, it was painful and this paper that you'll never get to see is now dotted with my tears, but at the same time, I am beyond glad. This feels like you reaching out to me from the other side.

Except that I don't know where you are. All I know is that you sacrificed yourself for me, took the dagger for me and faced death so I wouldn't have to, and your soul got obliterated, and now I'm all alone. Just as I held you in my arms and we celebrated victory together, you fell down and you never got up again.

I lost hope. I did. I know you wouldn't want me to, but like you said, I've lost a lot of people. I just didn't think you'd be one of them, and for good this time. Frankly, I am angry. Because no matter how much you fought me on this, you did deserve better, Genevieve. You deserved to be happy.

We were supposed to have a wedding. Be happy together. Get a fresh start.

As you might suspect, I've been blaming myself. How could I not? If you hadn't jumped in front of me, I would have been stabbed and perhaps we'd both be alive. But instead I let you sacrifice yourself and now, I can never look into your dark eyes anymore. I can never hold you anymore. I can never hear your voice or your laugh anymore.

But I will always love you. Because all those qualities you deemed bad — the malevolence, the coldness of your heart, the boldness.... They made you perfect. You were straightforward, determined, ambitious, funny, beautiful, smart, my equal. You were brave and strong. You were all I ever wanted and for a moment there, I had you.

I thank you for your letters, Genevieve. For you, I will try to fight on and stop blaming myself for what happened. I will try to love myself. But I will never, ever forget you, because you were the love of my life and nothing will ever change that.

The queen is dead. And frankly, along with her died a part of the king, too.

Your husband,
Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil

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wow i'm totally not crying except yes i am (((': you wouldn't believe the amount of times i wrote "you are" and then changed it to "you were" 💔💔💔

writing this book was so emotional but i feel like this was proper goodbye to genevieve, so i'm really happy i did this. she is my favorite oc of mine and i will never forget what an epic journey it was creating her (:

i sincerely hope that you enjoyed this book as well, thank you for your support ❤️