𝐒𝐲𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞

-Chapter 3-

Everyone in the room snapped their eyes to King Jonathan and dropped their jaws. The idea that I would be marrying this girl was almost laughable. Yet, despite what I would've thought, everyone was serious. Understanding when people were supposed to laugh was getting harder and harder as the complexities of emotions were revealed to me. Boring and confusing..."complexities".

I kept a blank expression on my face and gave the King a death glare for wasting my time. "No."

King Julius interjected and ran his hand through his long white hair. "It's the only way, Syn. You're the only being we know with all the parts of the Underworld."

My jaw clenched as I listened to Julius' words. The man hadn't spoken to me in years, yet he had the nerve to involve me in a plan to fix his problems. My fingers itched to snap together and watch the life drain from his eyes, but I resisted.

I needed him alive. For now.

I scoffed at his words and rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to do that. I couldn't care less what happens to your kingdoms, to be quite honest with you." This place had not been my home for over a decade. I couldn't care less if it succumbed to the horrors of war.

I had no intentions of helping a kingdom that shunned and wished death upon me. If anything, I more so wanted to massacre every resident here than help them.

"Syn," my mother Genesis spoke up, "we need this. This will eventually affect Hell as well if Heaven and the Underworld are against one another."

Turning my head away from my mother, I landed my eyes on the blonde girl next to Mia. I found her looking at me, and I studied her. Her straight blonde hair looked as though it had never been under strain. Her manicured nails and soft skin let me know she's never worked for anything. And her silence at her parent's request told me I wanted nothing to do with her.

She looked banal, and by no means did I want a woman like her in my presence, let alone marry her. Marriage, love, or even commitment was never going to be something I would be interested in. The only commitment I had in my life was to Hell and the people who followed me.

She gave me a small smile, and I scowled at her. I was sure her smile had gotten her many things from people, but I would never be the type of man to fall to his knees over anyone. Especially not a woman like her.

I watched surprise marinate her features at my expression, stunned that someone would dare look at royalty the way I just did. As she looked down at her hands, I could see her face morph into disappointment, and I sighed. Good.

"Goodbye," I said as I snapped my fingers, disappearing from their watchful gazes. I materialized myself in Hell and sat directly in front of Lucifer, my infuriating father.

He laid down the paperwork he had in his hands and looked up at me with a sly smile.

"You knew," I said. I was peeved, yet I wasn't surprised. My father was a secretive man, and he was more inclined to let me find things out on my own than tell me. I found it annoying, but to him, it was amusing.