Apocalypse Now or The Underworld

About fifteen minutes after their blood went into the volcano is started to shake as if an earthquake was happening.

“Amillia, what the hell did we just do?” Leyla asks.

Amillia smiles at her, her eyes glowing a smokey color. “We just opened a seal that had one of the gates of hell locked, and we kind of might have opened a way for the beginning of an apocalypse.”

“Why do you say that as if there’s more than one?” Leyla asks legitimately curious by Amillia’s choice of wording.

Amillia rolls her eyes again. Like for real, is this woman even sure that her “father” is one of the rulers of the underworld? Yeah, sure, he’s not the Lord of it all, but he at least has some authority and power down there even if it isn’t a whole bunch. How the crap did he raise, or whatever, Leyla and not teach her anything. Besides, how long has she been in this world? Has she truly learned nothing. Amillia feels as if she has rolled her eyes more with Leyla around than she ever has in her whole entire life.

“Yes, don’t you ever listen to prophecies, or these ‘myths and legends’, or ‘fairy tales’ that are going around in this world? Think about it Leyla, they’re all too similar, there has to be some truth behind it all. No matter where you go or what culture you’re in, there’s always an underlying reason behind everything that usually matches another tale. It’s not hard to piece everything together, you just have to be willing to see the bigger picture.

“We’re in the middle of a war honey. The gods are fighting, or at least the least powerful one’s ya know. I swear, have you learned nothing being ‘raised’ by Carrick?” Amillia even puts her hands up and put quotation marks around the word “raised”.

By the look on Leyla’s face, it’s obvious that she doesn’t get what Amillia is saying to her, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s not as if they have a lot of time left, besides, there’s more hell mouths that they can open besides just this one. By the time that Amillia is done every gate to hell will be open and hell will be on alive and ruling this world.

Hey, in Amillia’s defense Damian had said she didn’t know how to have fun, but in all honesty destroying the world is the most fun she’s had in a long time. And it’s easy, way too easy. Like, where are the supernatural beings that are supposed to fight against this type of thing happening. Where are the defenders of the mortals? Why are they not here trying to stop her? This makes her wonder how much she damage she can actually do. Now it’s all a game.

Returning back to Damian is not something that Amillia is looking forward too. He’s going to be so mad. Amillia doubt that he will be mad about what her plans are, he’s going to be mad because she so totally abandoned him and left him with Erik, whom he hates, to go on this journey alone with Leyla.

In all honesty, Amillia still isn’t sure why Erik is even around. He hasn’t once attempted to even ask about his child, not that Amillia has offered any information. For all she cares Erik can burn in hell, again, and just screw off where Matthew is concerned. She may not care much about anything right now, but she can’t help but to have love for her son, no matter what state her emotions are in.

“Where the hell have you been?” Damian asks the moment that Amillia walks through the door of the apartment that they share with each other.

Amillia rolls her eyes, ‘like really’, she thinks to herself, ‘since when does he actually care where I’ve been, he wasn’t this demanding playing the good boy’. She finds herself rolling her eyes once again, for the millionth time today.

“What’s it matter?” She asks him. She brushes past him as if he doesn’t even matter, shocking Damian. She’s never been this cold towards him, and it only makes him wonder what she’s done more than ever.

Amillia and Leyla had disappeared for a few days. Damian wondered day and night where they had gone too and what they were doing. Two days after the girls disappeared the weather in the world has gone crazy. Tsunamis and earthquakes are happening all over the world, and weird storms happening constantly. Of course, it doesn’t help that the mortals are messing and dabbing into stuff at the time they shouldn’t. Damian knows what the signs are though, he’s been around for far too long and knows way too much to not know what all these signs mean.

Damian, getting irritated grabs Amillia by her upper arm and swing her around to face him again.

“Amillia don’t do this,” he says softly, just barely audible for her to be able to hear what he said. “You know that I love you, and I know you’ve been doing stuff and I’m almost certain it’s pertaining to the destruction that’s currently going on in this world.”

Amillia smiles, “You’re the one who told me to go have some fun. That’s what I was doing Damian, what you told me to do, having fun.”

Damian slants his eyes looking deep into her eyes hoping that the Amillia he has known all this time, the one who made every ounce of goodness inside of him come out, is still in there somewhere.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He states.

“Then what did you mean lover?” She says with disdain in her voice. It’s completely obvious to her that he’s not as wicked as he had pretended to be at the club, and that doesn’t amuse nor impress Amillia.

She shakes herself out of his grasp. “You know, for someone who is supposed to the Prince of Darkness, you’re pathetic.” She states clearly.

He has a look of shock on his face. She’s never once talked to him this way, with such a sourness in her voice toward him.

“I think that I’m just going to leave here, there’s no point in me being here. You really have disappointed me Damian. I’ll just take Matthew and leave.” She walks down the hallway towards her son room, and that’s when she realizes that he’s not in the apartment with them.

She turns around and goes back down the hallway, punching Damian square in his jaw.

“Where the fuck is my son!” She demands, anger coursing through her blood making it boil. She’s never had this much anger inside of her in her entire life. She hadn’t even been aware until now just how angry she can get.

Damian massages his jaw where she had hit him. Right now, he’s regretting ever teaching her how to fight. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, after all, she had to know how to protect herself, she’ll always be in danger considering she’s the center of a prophecy that sets the pace for the war between the gods. But hindsight is a bitch sometimes.

The fire in Damian’s eyes return upon being punched. Without thinking he grabs Amillia by the throat and slams her against the wall. “He hasn’t been here since the day you brought the demon back, such a shame it’s taken you this long to notice though.”

His words make Amillia immediately pause, no longer wanting to fight.

“What do you mean he hasn’t been here, Damian, where is Matthew?” Amillia asks calming down. For the first time in a while, she’s actually feeling something, and it doesn’t feel good. She hasn’t had a solid emotion of any kind since Leyla made sure she turned evil, and she isn’t even sure what she’s feeling now.

“I sent him with Bethany, she’s a dragon shifter from a different world, she’ll protect him and keep him safe until you’re stable enough to have him back. I be damned if I’m going to let Carrick, or my father for that matter, get a hold of him. I’ve been around for a very long time Amillia, and I do have control no matter what’s been done. I made a choice when I chose to switch sides and be with you, I’m not making the choice to go back just because you’re an evil bitch now.”

Wow, with the bluntness. Well, Amillia does kind of deserve it. She can see in his eyes that he knows what she did.

“Which one did you open?” He asks, already knowing what she has been doing with Leyla in her time away. He’s not stupid, he knows one of the many, many seals have been broken, but which one matters a whole lot.

“The volcano in Hawaii,” she sighs, his hand still around her throat.

“Fuck!” He exclaims letting Amillia go and running his hand through his hair, “Please tell me you didn’t? At least tell me you don’t know who the fuck you just let out of there!” He’s furious.

Amillia rolls her eyes again; they’re going to get stuck like that eventually.

“Of course, I know what I did, amidst all the chaos and destruction, Lilith will come back and start making the way for the dark one to surface and end this world along with all the mortals. It’s fun…” She trails off.

‘Fuck,’ Damian thinks to himself. This isn’t good. He hadn’t expected Amillia to start a freaking apocalypse “for fun”. Now he’s going to have to think of what to do with Amillia while he does damage control, although it’s not as if he can just close a seal, but he can make sure that Lilith doesn’t get out the way that Amillia had planned for her too. This whole thing has become a mess and all he wants to do is kill Leyla for all this, but he can’t, because that’s Amillia’s sister and would probably push her further into the darkness than she already is. This is not how everything is supposed to be working out.

Leyla returned to the underworld, to Carrick, who looks very angry the moment she comes into sight of him.

“Who the fuck let Lilith out of her damn cage?!” He bellows the moment that Leyla enters into his domain and in his line of sight. His wife setting beside him with a smug smile on her face. One of these days Leyla is going to make sure that that woman can never smile or be smug ever again.

“It was Amillia,” Leyla says setting in the seat opposite of Carrick who is positioned at the head of the table. It’s supper time, although food in the underworld isn’t nowhere near as good as the food in the mortal world. Plus, setting here with these people are making her miss the other world very much, she actually misses Amillia and is still curious about the bond that they have formed and why they would share such a bond not knowing each other.

“And you let her!” The evil witch beside Carrick states out of her mouth with so much hatred and venom in her voice as she says it.

Leyla rolls her eyes, a bad habit she picked up from Amillia. “It’s not like I could stop her. YOU’RE the one who wanted her to bring the darkness out of Damian, and she did, and when she did he mentioned she needed to have more fun and she decided what’s more fun than destroying the mortals and watching them suffer. You know, something a TRUE villain and someone truly evil would do. Am I supposed to stop her?! How could I when what she done is something the Lord of Darkness would have been proud to boast about himself?”

This runs all through Carrick making his blood boil. Carrick stands and walks to the other side of the table and smacks Leyla so hard across the face that she falls out of her chair and hits the floor. This makes Carrick’s wife laugh out loud, she’s never been able to tolerate Leyla and could never understand why her husband was hell bent on keeping her all this time. She believes they should have just killed her and been done with it. All it would take is for one member of the Black family to die and there goes the prophecy right out the window.

“You fucking bitch! I don’t want to make the damn Lord of Darkness proud; I want to be the next Lord of Darkness!” Carrick screams at her.

It takes everything inside of Leyla not to roll her eyes again. She’s not trying to be punished by this man. He can be ruthless when he wants to be. But even she knows there’s no way for him to take over the position of the Lord of Darkness! No matter how powerful of a demon Carrick is, the Lord of Darkness is a deity and there’s no way that he will overthrow him.

Of course, Leyla isn’t about to state this to Carrick, once again, she doesn’t want to feel his wrath because he’s an idiot and he seems to be the only one not aware of how stupid he truly is, so she keeps her mouth shut.

“Well, it does appear that because you let Amillia break a seal, or a few, might I add, we have more souls than normal, so you’re to return to your normal job on the floor.” Carrick demands.

Leyla made her way down to the “floor” as Carrick calls it. It’s not actually a floor, it’s more of a chamber where new souls that have come into the underworld goes to be tortured so that their humanity leaves them, and they can eventually turn into a demon. Not all demons are born, some are made.

The smell of burning flesh hit her nose before all the anguished screams entered into her ears. She’s missed this. This is her true calling, not chasing around some stranger to try to get her to turn to their side of things. The only reason she actually returned though is because Carrick demanded it, plus she wants to know what’s so special about Amillia. It seems everyone is obsessed with this woman, and she has no idea why, but that’s something she’s going to learn one way or another.

Leyla picks up a serrated edged knife and walked toward the line of souls that are hanging up on chains that by giant fishhooks through their flesh. The fire burning hot underneath them.

She walks down the roll of tormented souls dragging the knife across them all until she finally stops at the weakest link. That’s always been her favorite for some reason. Take the weakest link and turn them into some of the baddest demons to ever exist. Everything they’ve ever thought they couldn’t achieve, all their bad emotions and thoughts, Leyla takes all of that and pushes into being creatures that seek out their revenge on more unsuspecting, and mostly undeserving souls.

As Leyla was cutting up and hacking at the soul that she chose, something out of the ordinary happened. In fact, something that has never happened before happened. For once, the Lord of Darkness made an appearance on the “floor” level, the level ran solely by Carrick. Oh boy, this is really going to piss him off.

“hmmm,” the deity says as he leans over Leyla’s shoulder, “Nice work little one, you almost match the twistedness of your sister.” He says with a sly smile on his face.

Leyla stops what she’s doing and turn to face the unnervingly good-looking man in his face. The Lord of Darkness isn’t exactly as Leyla had ever pictured him to be. He’s beautiful, beyond beautiful, words don’t describe how good he looks. He’s tall and muscular as well, although he’s very pale, very, very pale, and his eyes are as dark as coal.

“What do you mean sir?” She asks showing as much respect as she can.

“Oh, so I take it as Carrick, or shall I say ‘dad’, hasn’t told you?” He asks, the sly smile spreading across his face but never reaching his eyes.

Leyla looks at him confused. When he said the word “dad” he had even used air quotes.

“Told me what?” She asks.

The Lord of Darkness lets out a bone chilling laugh, making all the hanging souls cringe at the sound he makes.

“Poor Leyla, you never stopped to think there’s a reason Carrick’s wife doesn’t like you and a reason he had picked you to try to tempt Amillia into the darkness?” He asks.

She looks confused, of course she wondered, but nope, nothing ever came to mind when she had thought about it before.

Without another word, the Lord of Darkness puts his hand on Leyla’s forehead, waking her up from what felt like an eternal sleep she has been in. Everything, every memory, and every feeling she has ever had comes flooding back into her mind. Her favorite tool drops from her hands and enters into the fiery inferno below, well, now that’s gone.

“She’s my sister?!” Leyla asked shocked.

Then, without a warning, the Lord of Darkness grabs Leyla by her throat and lift her off of her feet and extends himself to his full height. He’s huge! He’s at least fifteen feet tall, and she can tell he’s not even letting himself fully out of the confines of the skin he’s in. He’s still not showing his true self to her.

“Yes little one, you are one of those wretched Black siblings that I’ve detested and wanted dead for years. Carrick doesn’t know this, but I know everything that goes on here. You will remain here, not going back to the mortal world, and you will let Carrick know that if he ever attempts anything as petty and stupid as he did this last time again then him and his whole family will be the one’s hanging from these chains. I’d love the smell of their burning flesh and hearing their cries of pain.” He then drops her back to the ground and disappears as quick as he had appeared.

Leyla is stuck, she can barely breathe. She doesn’t know what to think. There’s no way she can continue doing this job now, but then again there’s no way for her to get out of it either. The Lord of Darkness isn’t going to let her just leave, nope, none at all. He knows everything. She knew there was no way that Carrick would be able to deceive a deity such as the ruthless one that they all work for. Sure, he allowed Carrick to have power, but now that the seals are breaking the Lord of Darkness is becoming more powerful than ever, and his strength is starting to show more.

Leyla grabs her throat where he had held her. It burns to the touch. The demon Crowley walks up behind her and hands her the one tool she cherishes the most back to her.

“Don’t disappoint him little one,” he says with a smirk on his face. “He’s not exactly one that can be tricked and played with. After all, he’s the creator of us all as much as the Lord of Lords is the creator of him and everything else.” The demon lifts Leyla up by the collar of the dress she has on, “don’t think about escaping either, you have a job to do.”

Then Crowley disappears as well. ‘What the fuck!’ Leyla thinks to herself. This can’t be good. In no way, shape, form, or fashion can this be good. And, to beat it all, she’s not Carrick’s daughter as he had led her to believe, she’s part of the Black family, the family that is prophesized about. She’s part of the family that’s supposed to help put an end to all of this hell and the underworld.

Yet, she can’t help but to feel the guilt rise up in her and all she wants to do is throw up and run. She can’t though. She knows she can’t. She now knows he’s always watching, waiting. He see’s everything and he knows everything. There’s no way that this can be good. She needs a plan; she needs to escape. But right now, there’s nothing more she can do than go back to torturing the poor soul that’s just barely hanging on by a thread. Sadly, she has to do what they’ve demanded her to do, or else she may find herself being tortured as well. Yes, it’s selfish, but she’s scared, and she has to play her part until she can figure a way out of this mess!