Am I someone you cannot live without?

Serina POV

Burnt out coal. A scolding hot fury of heat dwindling to life due to the cool unforgiving water dumped down upon it. That was the only way I could describe myself right now, because to say that I felt nothing—I couldn't even describe that.

But there was something missing from me, I felt lost. Well not lost, I'd never let myself truly be missing.

I felt however that being lost, was going to be a lot easier then being found. Something would go down tonight, something that is dangerous.

Something that could risk everything—something that could risk a war. Whatever Lorenzo was planning on doing on doing...I was terrified for it.

Kingston stood guard of me as I changed behind a tall grey room divider, his hands folded neatly as he faced away. He was one of the only ones here who gave me the respect and decency of privacy.

Slipping my feet through the dress I winced as its material scratched my skin. It was decorated with pure crystals ; Satan wanted to show off, prove he was successful.

It was though, despite the discomfort, a beautiful dress. With long sleeve and a plunging neckline it shower my boobs off nicely, and the long beaded leg slit crafted my body shape.

My skin painted with a transparent golden wash , giving it a shining glow—while my hair now cut short to just bellow my shoulders was straightened down—a lot different from my usually mangled curls.

Walking out From behind the divider, Kingston turned to face me, a smile lighting up on his face as he looks at me. "You look just like your mother, beautiful."  He said, and I swore I could see sadness lace in the reflection of his eyes.

"Thank you." I smiled lowly as I shifted in my 6 inch heels. I was a short woman, but these heels gave me a uncomfortable height.

Kingston smiled lowly as he walked up to me, his eyes shining with pride. His hands reached behind his neck and with a smile he unclamped a necklace from his neck. "I want you to have this Serina." He smiled as he grabbed my hand and placed it in it, before closing my fist around the locket and chain.

His eyes again held sadness, but he masked it with a smile.

A knock on the door interrupted is both, before It opened hastily. Like it was calling for our response to action.

I quickly slipped the necklace inside of the décolleté part of my dress, before grabbing Kingston's arm and leaving the room.

Kingston was the only person I told about what happened in Thomas room. How Satan murdered Thomas and how I had to...

Kingston was the only man here I trusted, and the only person I've felt truly connected to.

The man who knocked on the door lead us into the throne room, Satan sat waiting on his bloody throne, dresses his a Black suit, his hair styled back and rings lining his fingers.

A woman sat on his lap, her scared face looked no older then 18. He smirked as he snapped his fingers, and I watched as she got up quickly and scampered away. "Decent for once, your hair is nice." He smirked, almost like he was trying to pour lemon juice into my cuts.

He had made me cut my hair off myself.

"You can clean up Satan, though maybe a little too much conditioner. Don't you think?" I said, and I watched his face harden.

He stood from his little seat, his eyes glaring. "If we weren't about to be late—I'd make you regret what you just said you filthy whore." He growled, and I could feel Kingston's body Tighten at the words.

"Oh Kingston..I'm glad your here." Satan smiled, as if his entire personality changed in an instant.

With his words directed to Kingston, Satan kept his eyes on me. "Come here old friend." Kingston's eyes came to gaze down to me, and they lit up quickly with words I could clearly decipher.

'Don't be scared'

Kingston un-looped his arm from mine, and my face dropped with curiosity as I went to take a step forwards. But a man's hands quickly pulled me back and kept me in place.

"Kingston did you really think I wouldn't find out about your Treason?" Satan said.

Kingston didn't do anything.

Kingston though said nothing In his defence, but folded his hands behind his back. "Killing Thomas for the revenge of your sisters untimely death? How Nobel." Satan smirked.

My mouth hung open as I screamed "that's not true!" My voice echoed loudly, but it was like no one cared.

"I serve the Arcadis, not imposter trash like you Satan." Kingston said, and I watched Satan's eyes burn bright with hell.

I shook my head as Satan placed his hand on Kingston's shoulder, and I fought to get out of the grasp of the man behind me. "Serve them in death." Satan growled as he took out his gun and shot Kingston in the chest.

I screamed as the man held me back, as I watched Kingston gurgle his own blood as he lay dying on the cold unforgiving floor. Kingston eyes turned to me and he smiled slightly, Almost to comfort me in the wake of his painful death. Kingstons gentle eyes telling me one thing, and only one thing 'don't give up, dont ever give up. Always fight.'

I screamed again I watched as his breathing stopped and his eyes went lifeless as they stared open at me, blood seeping In a puddle on the floor, and dripping like rain from his mouth.

My cries took away the breath as I sank to the floor on my knees, My heart twisting with grief in my chest.

"Careful or you'll stain your dress." Satan said as he wiped off the splatter of blood on his own coat.

Through my tears I looked up at him, my teeth grinding. "No one has ever deserved death more then you." I growled, as I was picked up from the floor and placed on my feet again.

"I deserve a lot of things Serina." Satan smiled as he stepped over Kingston's lifeless body like his death meant absolutely nothing.

Like his life was meant to be thrown away. But of course Satan justified his death by blaming one of his sins on Kingston.

He smirked as he gripped my chin, and I fought again to get out of his grasp. "We should be going, wouldn't want to miss the party." He smiled as he turned away. I was pushed to follow him, and I looked back at Kingston and a tear ran down my cheek as I was forced out of the room and down a hallway and into the garage

My body shook like a leaf as I was pushed into the limo after Satan.

Kingston is dead. Satan killed him.

My eyes were dead on Satan, and he smiled as he sat forward just as the limo pulled forward.

"No need to look at me like that." He smiled, like he was completely innocent and unworthy of my scowl.

"You have no honour." I said with acid in my voice. "You are a coward who can't face his mistakes."

"Am I now?" He laughed as he poured himself a glass of gin. He smiled like he was the proudest of men. Like he was a god.

I turned away from him, and looked out the window. My heart aching in my chest.

"If I really was without honour I would have already forced you to fuck me." He said and I shot my eyes to him. "If I really had No honour Serina, You would have had my cum dripping from your legs and my baby inside your womb months ago."

"Go to hell you bastard." I growled, as disgust shivered down my spine. But I knew very well he could have raped me as soon as I had been alone with him.

"My name is Satan after all sweetheart, so Hell is where I plan to go." He laughed as I turned away from him, darting my gaze out the tinted windows.

The forested estate fading into the distance as my head fell into a wandering state. I thought about Marco, of Kingston, of Bianca and Of Lorenzo. And I thought about my mother, and what she would have been like.

I thought about the changes I have went through in this past year, and of everything I found out about my life and my past. I thought about how any other normal person would have been driven crazy by everything that has happened to me—and how crazy I will turn out once this is all over.

I thought about how I have never been religious, and It's hard for me to believe there's a big man in the sky casting Jesus spells on us—but what I do hope, is that the people I love and who have loved me—are safe somewhere, wherever that may be.

I swallowed as I watched as he came to a stop In front Of a huge mansion, the limos door being opened Stan steps out his hands reaching for mine I follow suit.

He wrapped his hand around my waist, and kissed the side of my head—like he was trying to make it seem like he actually knew what love was.

Many people watched as we walked up the stairs, some I recognized from parties I went to with Lorenzo—and many of those people looked at me with curiosity and disbelief, before turning away at Stand glare.

"You are popular, why." He growled as we reached the top of the large outdoor staircase.

"Must be my dress, it compliments your suit very nicely." I said, as I stroked his ego.

He liked his bottom lip slightly as his eyes trailed down me. "Your right, It does." He said, before we began walking again.

I tried not to look like I was searching for a lifeline, and made me face blank as we walked into the large ballroom. Many people stopping their conversations to stare, as Satan walked me through the large crowd.

Many woman glared at me, and many men's eyes lit up like their wangs.

We stopped in the middle of the room, and an aged man walked up to us with two drinks in hand. Along with an older woman following him—his wife I presume.

"Satan so glad you could make it. And this must be the wife." He smiled, by it didn't reach his eyes. I loved that It was like I didn't actually have a name, and my title was like he said 'wife'.

The man handed Satan the drink, and Satan brought it up to his lips. The woman's eyes blinking dully.

"I wouldn't have missed it." Satan Smirked. "With Thomas dead I needed to make an appearance. God rest his soul." He smirked, as if he wasn't the man responsible for his death.

I wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself, but I watched The man's wife eye me curiously. Before her eyes trailed down to the ring on my finger. She shook her head slightly as he looked away, like she was ashamed of me and the rock on my hand.

But I didn't blame her, I was too.

"I was surprised when you agreed to come, since Lorenzo is also attending tonight." The man said, and I watched Satan's eyes twist In anger.

"Why wouldn't I have come? Lorenzo is no more ballsey then I am." His laugh was fake as he tore his eyes from the couple in front of us to scan the room.
His gaze searching every face.

But I knew who he was looking for the second I felt goosebumps crawl up my body, and the feeling of eyes on the back of my head. I forced myself not to look, but I knew Lorenzo was watching from somewhere behind me.

I let Satan's gaze Follow to him without my help, as I didn't want to look suspicious or like I was also searching for him. Satan couldn't know about how I felt for Lorenzo.

So instead I looked back when Satan said "look who's here Serina." my eyes almost automatically failing to the man walking in.

Lorenzo looked like death himself as he walked in Wearing a pure black suit; and every man and every woman went silent as he entered through the canopy doors. He didn't look at me, because he wasn't that stupid to do so..but a part of me wished he would.

As soon as I saw him I felt my entire body weaken, and it felt as thought my head was full of air. As soon as I saw him—I felt every flicker of flame inside of my light up like a gasoline fuelled fire.

But as soon a I let those feeling come, I pushed them away—hoping no one had noticed. I fiddled with the ring on my finger, and it felt heavier then it normally did.

"We should go say hello should we not?" Satan asked me, thought it wasn't really a question. I tried to fill my eyes with fear, because Satan didn't know that I didn't fear Lorenzo.

He dragged me quickly behind him, leaving the man and woman alone as we walked through the crowd.

Many watched in excitement, like they wanted to watch the drama that might go down between the two most idiotic and egotistical man in the world, if not the universe.

We walked through to a where they were standing in a cluster, where Lorenzo and Marco stood taller then then Bianca and another woman I'd never seen before.

"Lorenzo." Satan said full of unchecked disrespect , which drew their attention like a bullseye. "Marco, how the fuck are you?" Satan said as he pulled me closer, like he was actually trying to make Marco jealous.

"Satan." Lorenzo nodded as he kept his eyes adverted from me, but I saw the tightness in his chest and the clenching of his fists.

I let my gaze flow to Bianca, and her eyes lightened slightly. I'm glad she got to them safely.

I looked down and saw Biancas fingers interlocked with Marcos, and I fought the urge to smile lowly. I knew that would happen.

"And you've all met..." Satan smirked as he nudged me to speak.

"I'm Serina." I smiled "I'm Satan's Wife. It's nice to see you all again." I said, as I finally brought my eyes to Lorenzo; hoping it would make him just mad enough. They were already on me, and I wanted to melt into a puddle as I gazed into the familiar greyness of his iris'.

I felt as though I'd been staring at him too long and looked away, just as Satan looked at me suspiciously.

Though I felt Lorenzo's eyes trailed my body, and every bruise and ever cut out there by Satan—every damaged piece of skin that couldn't be covered with makeup; before he finally looked down at the ring on the left hand.

The tension that formed automatically after that was so thick you might as well have just drown in it. "Well I guess it's true what they say." Lorenzo smiled as he looked towards Satan again.

Satan laughed lowly. "And just what do they say Lorenzo?" He asked almost like he was expecting a fight.

But Lorenzo wasn't that stupid, so instead he said
"That behind every Man is a beautiful woman." He said as he extended his hand peacefully, many people leaning forward in shock.

Satan's hands grabbing it, he shook it, and Marco looked like he wanted to stab both of them.

I let my gaze lift from the floor as I opened my mouth. "Oh well I wouldn't know." I said and Satan's eyes darted to me, but I just locked my eyes onto Lorenzos. "I've never stood behind a man." I smiled
And with that Satan dug his nails deep into the skin of my arm.

"Shut up whore." He growled to me quietly and I couldn't help but bring my eyes down to the floor again.

My arm stung and I gripped it, just as Lorenzo broke the silence . "So Satan, hows it's like finally getting out of those training pants." Lorenzo said, his voice filled with hidden anger.

He was challenging Satan—challenging his ego.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Satan said loudly which caught the attention of many. "You have some fucking balls you know that?" He growled as walked up into Lorenzo's face.

Lorenzo is as taller, stronger and angrier then Satan ever could be.

"Don't cause a scene with me kid, you wouldn't want that." Lorenzo said quietly. What were you planning?

The older couple that Had spoken with us before came walking up, the man who I guess was the host said furiously. "Satan. Don't start this."he growled, and I saw the wife smile slightly as she looked at me and Lorenzo.

Oh so this party was a coup; just waiting for Satan to slip up In front of all the dangerous eyes of the mafia world.

"Start what?" He breathed out a smiled as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me away. Everyone was now watching, a few people laughing.

I felt Satan's grip on me tighten as he dragged me through to a empty part of the room, before he threw me in front of him. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"With me? nothing, I feel fine." I smiled, and for the first time in months—it was real.

This could be it, I could be free.

"I saw the way you fucking looked at Lorenzo." He growled as he looked me up and down like I was dirty.

"At the man who held me hostage for a year? Yeah I bet I looked at him weird." I said as I tried to dilute the situation.

He laughed lowly and he walked up towards me.
His hands grabbing my shoulders as he says "you want to make it hard for yourself Serina then fine." He smirked as he took out his gun, a gun that was forbidden at events like this.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and with fear I watched as he dragged me back to the party, this time the gun pointed ahead of him almost like armour.

"Lorenzo!" Satan yelled, and everyone stopped and stared. Many with wide eyes, others shaking their heads in disapproval.

But he simply moved us forward—with the same gun that killed Kingston.

I kept my gaze forward and my body stiff as he dragged me along with him and I watched as Lorenzo and Marco came through the crowd.

"So is she your whore? Or did you actually care about her." Satan laughed as he brought the gun up to Lorenzo's head.

"Let her go Satan." Lorenzo growled, his hands clenching angrily. He didn't even care about him self, he just wanted me back. Wanted me safe.

Satan looked as if he was on crack, and he grabbed me and dragged me forward. He threw me to my knees and pushed the barrel to the back of my head.
"Satan!" The host of the party yelled, but Satan did nothing to respond, but kept his eyes trained on Lorenzo.

"Come fucking get her then Lorenzo." He said as he cocked the gun. "But I'm not afraid to splatter your lovers fucking brains all over the floor."

I looked to Lorenzo and shook my head, I wouldn't let another person die. Especially not him. 

but Lorenzo didn't listen as he took steps towards me. Like an idiot. God if I ever get the chance, I'll scream at him for how reckless he is.

He walked up to me fearlessly, and stood a foot away. His eyes on Satan, and it was like the two sons of hell had met for the first time.

"Okay Satan, lets make a deal."

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Ooo this long chapter got me—

Though I am sad about what I had to do to Kingston, he's a king and didn't deserve it :(

Tell me your thought, theory's and opinions because I'd love to hear then <3

Also why are guys so shitty? I mean I know girls can be real bitches but like the guys in my life don't know how not to be toxic. Like every guy I meet always just wants sex and I am so over it . Idk do you guys have guy/girl problems? Because if you do please vent to me, because then I can vent back :)

XOXO- AbigalKnightly