GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

GOD'S FAVOURITE.

The Finale. Part one.

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If heroes were bound to an unhappy fate and villains were doomed from the start, then she'd gathered her plunge into insanity was long overdue.

Understanding her unspeakable predicament with the two most odious men she had ever come across and feeling the ghastly truth dawn that the only one she did not want meeting the monster within had been privy to the damming conversation should have conjoined together in causing her breaking point as they had planned from the beginning. She had certainly crawled into the depths of her filth-ridden mind over less severe offences, it would have done her well to repeat the same mechanism of the past and her long-awaited return of dread, never quite capable of scraping her benign soul...Because he was here.

Not playing saviour like the heroic prince she did not desire or to fix all of her rising problems like a god that could cure humanity's ailment, but to be present in halting that familiar deterioration she had grown accustomed to over the varying years with the soft sweet smell of his lotion that refused to vacate her senses and his buttery gleaming eyes.

L, as she had come to know him, had somewhat of a tantalising skill when it came to his expressions that had blossomed over the decade, she supposed he'd had to have adapted considering his neurological capabilities and verbal communication were reserved for his prime cases, his body was the only outlet he granted his body to expel emotions and his eyes were privy to fulfilling the role of indicating others to his feelings, though he had learnt, besides a select few able to read past it, to control himself with glossy glazed displeasure, his soft lips pressed into a neutral line and his eyes hardening around anyone he labelled an unworthy stranger.

With the hostile distance placed between them from others throughout the years and the time they spent apart, she had always prided herself on her ability to ignore his hypnotising allure where others could not resist, her ire for him flickering scintillatingly more than her incessant need to feel consumed by him. To her, it was now the biggest joke of them all because all the hatred she held onto, while now proven false, was never authentic enough to prove her resentment right to begin with. No matter the circumstances of their relationship, primarily made up of words they could not speak and moments unfairly stolen, there had always been a need to feel connected and she needed his attention in the same way he had been acceptant to her misplaced murderous intent so long as she'd still think of him.

But it was not senseless suffocation In the way her past dalliances were, not like the oppressive heat of a summer day ready to burn through her scarred skin or the unresting anxiety of an expectant aftermath of suffering. Perhaps it had not been installed within the vines of their pulses with the purest intent but it was never cruel, never pressing into an open wound with the desire to spill blood as it was a brief prick of a single rose, a pleasant sting that became rewarding when petals soothed over the afflicting finger. The masochistic desperation to have what could never be had been, their meeting ground in the mind-made palace born from memories never to be had, both playing sadist in the other's epithermal recollections of each other.

She had every righteous reason to repeat those times, forevermore cursed to replay that cursed night every time the monsters of the world had thrust her into these troublesome timelines and ever the willing puppet, it felt oh so easy to return into isolation. Perhaps she should have been labelled a glutton for stewing in self-pity, ever ready to sulk in her downfalls while putting herself in the position to give into them each time. Whether her facade of salvation was gifted in her madness or compliance, being that tearing into each and every member of the household until they locked her in a cage or sinking to her soiled knees in obedience, it would never truly satisfy her for however long her life decided to draw out.