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Third-person POV
Day 1
The dungeon underneath the palace was cold, wet, and old. No one had been down here for many years and Demonia knew that the best, after all, the last thing he did remember was that they were fighting a war against Orion and sorcerors that created such foul beasts, born out of dark magic.
The last thing he was doing before everything went dark was, he was in his office, finishing the last book of his research, he was so close, he thought he had the cure, he wanted to sleep on it, yes, he remembered that much.
What he can not remember is ever waking up, he only remembers a never-ending nightmare, stuck somewhere, when he had finally come to his senses, his body, his arms, and knees hurt like he had been crawling on all fours for the longest time.
No one had come to see him yet, he was chained against the wall, unable to move, unable to sit or stand, he was forced to remain in a position that denied both, but he did not care, he felt like he had deserved it, he had, after all, killed his mate.
He could not believe what they had said to be true, but his mate was unmoving, pale, and had no heartbeat, he could smell the blood, it was all over him, however, he had killed her, he had bit into her multiple times without his knowledge, but she had the bite marks to prove it, the marks around her neck were the cause of death, but he did not remember doing any of those things.
Demonia went over everything, again and again, none of it made sense, so what the hell happened? Had he lost his mind? No, he was of steady mind, the only thing that was bothering him was...
It had finally made sense.
It was not him but the beast inside of him, the 'gift' he was given, it must have taken control of me, it would explain the loss of time, ten years to be exact, time was taken away from him by something he fully rejected, he had hated what he turned into, his only reason for not killing himself was his mate, his beautiful Lilian was holding him together.
He had missed her so much, he felt the bond break the moment the beast disappeared, he still felt it, he will continue to feel it until the day they execute him, his whole existence felt empty, hollow, and cold, he felt like clawing at his skin just to make the pain go away, it burned, itched and reminded him that he was, in fact, alone.
Demonia knew he was going to die, he knew the customs of werewolves, to kill your mate... it would mean death or known as 'The Seven', that was how many days it took for you to lose your mind, then you would be beheaded.
To be beheaded was to never see your mate again, to never join her in the moon goddess realm, he would be lost forever with the other forsaken, to never know peace or love, he would be walking through the darkness alone, until the end.
He closes his eyes and tries to hold back the fact that his heart was shattered and his soul was no more, tears would escape like waterfalls and he would call her name in the darkness of the cold wet dungeon underneath the palace.
"Forgive me, m-my mate, I-I will always l-love you." Demonia cries out into the empty dungeon he was held in.
Not once did he get the image of his mate laying lifeless on the floor, he still could not believe what the beast had made him do.
Anger took hold of him, as he mourned the death of his sweet, gentle and beautiful mate.
Day 2
Demonia had lost all feeling in his legs now, his arms were cut deeply by the pure silver chains that held him in position against the wall, he could not sleep, nor think, for the face of his lifeless mate had haunted him the whole night.
He had woke up screaming to be heard, for someone to know the truth before his end is to be brought upon him, he wanted the world and his family to know that he loves Lilian, and would never hurt her, he just wanted someone to know.
Hours had passed and no one came, no one listened, he was all alone with no one to hear his grief, not even his own children would not believe him if he had told them the truth, Demonia had known if he were them he would call insanity at such accusations.
Demonia had no proof he did not kill Lilian, he was alone the day his beast and other side took control of his body, no one would Lilian could vouch for that, after all, I fell asleep beside her that night, after a long day in my study, close to the truth.
He wanted to rip this creature inside of him to pieces for what it had done, it was our mate he had hurt, HIS LOVE, his reason for living, she was his angel, without her beside him he was empty, she kept him going, her soft shy smiles, her delicate touches as we pass, the softness of her lips as they had touched his.
At that moment it felt as if he was dying.
The bond, in recognition of his memories, had started to take effect over Demonia, causing immense pain due to the bond-breaking without rejection, his body was on fire, he was twisting and turning, screaming out for Lilian as his skin burned hot, his heart would squeeze tightly as if he was doing it to himself, he could not breathe, the bond was tearing him apart and he could do nothing to stop it.
This was only the beginning, yet he knew he had deserved it, after all, he should have known the beast would hurt someone.
But he had hoped... not her, not Lilian.
Anyone but her.
Day 3
The pain was constant and making it a reminder of the sin he had committed.
His skin was as if it had been burned, it had long turned black during the night and he was unable to heal himself due to how weak he was, the silver shackles had also stopped him from breaking free, as they were embedded with magic, it was of his own creation, but he could have never known he would be the first to try them out.
Demonia's face was lifeless, torn in anguish and pain, his eyes were dull grey and without soul, his body was bent and broken, sore and swollen, he had never felt such pain before, and after this, he will never feel it again.
He wanted this to be over.
His mind was slowly getting hazy with mixed memories of his childhood and Lilian, he had dreamed about the day he had first met her, he was mad at his father that day because he had insulted him during a game of... he could not remember, but he could see Lilian in his dream, to a distance, watching him with a beautiful smile, one she only showed him.
Then it turned into a nightmare, blood was pouring from her mouth and Demonia's hands were around her neck, squeezing hard as she clawed at him to let her go, but Demonia had felt like he could do nothing but watch, watch as this man that looked, dressed and talked like him would murder his mate.
He had not dared to sleep since the image would play back and plague his mind with regret and longing, he had cried for mercy, forgiveness and to be reunited with his mate, so he could beg for forgiveness to her directly.
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