WARNING BEFORE READING: THIS SERIES IS TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED, I PLAN TO SLOWLY REWRITE THIS BOOK
SCREAM (v)
utter a piercing cry
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She wants somethings more than herself. She gets something more than she can handle.
// Set in Season 4+ //
Book...
You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.
- A.H.
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THE WORDS PLAY IN MY HEAD. Over in over as if I were stuck in a loop.
I don’t know how to help you. His voice…I could almost feel his pain. But I only felt my own. Tell me how to help you, please. I can hear him; pleading me. He wanted to save me. In a way, by saving my brothers, he did.
I see it. The fire. The white hot pain that traveled through my body, tearing me apart. Is this it? Oblivion? Is this all there is? The fire. I can still feel the fire. It burns; I can’t take it. I scream. But I don’t hear myself. I see myself.
I feel like a spectator as the events play through my mind. But is this my mind? Where am I? I see myself, as the flames mount higher, climbing my frail body.
I still hear him. His words, they sounded prophetic. Vehement.
It appears this woman before you is not only you’re sister, but she appears to also be some sort of prophecy. Cas’ words from the night we met.
The sun will rise again, Rowan. What did that mean? What did Lucifer mean? And you with it. But I don’t want to go…
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I jolt awake; something I didn’t expect to happen. As I attempt to catch my missing breath, I view my surroundings. Everything is stone. Stone brick walls with moss covering it. Concrete floors with cracks at the seams. I try to get up, whimpering when my sore hands are pulled back, helpless against the metal restraints surrounding them.
“No.” I panic. “No. No. No.” I pull against the restraints, wincing every time my wrists rubbed against the metal.
“Sorry about that.” Lucifer says, walking into the room. “Couldn’t have you running away on me, could I?”
“I should be dead.” I state, though my voice is hoarse. I drop my arms beside me, giving up and getting out that way. “Why aren’t I dead?”
“Because in order to not die…you had to die.” Lucifer sighs. “My bad. That’s a tad confusing. You were weak.”
“Tell me how you really feel.” I say sarcastically, though my voice is quiet and hardly heard.
“I wasn’t finished.” Lucifer says, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Your powers were unstable and, correct me if I’m wrong, but you were passing out left and right. Overusing your power.”
