Pride-Niklaus's Point of View
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"Oh, yeah, of course," Persephone chuckled bitterly, a sharp edge to her voice that cut through the silence like a razor. The venom that dripped from every word she spoke seemed to weigh down the air, heavy with the weight of her anger. "You all have no idea of what happened. I keep forgetting that, don't I? You weren't there for any of it, were you? Not for any of those moments that tore everything apart. But I was. I lived through it, each and every second of it, and no matter how many lies you choose to believe about that night, the truth remains—unchanged, unforgotten, still waiting to be acknowledged."
Her gloved finger shot out, pointing aggressively, jabbing the air between us as if she could force her anger through the motion, each jab punctuating her words. Her fury was palpable, simmering in the cold space between us like a storm about to break.
"But don't think for a second that I'll ever forget what that mother of yours took from me. Don't think for a moment that I won't make her pay for everything she's done." Her eyes burned with a hatred so intense, it felt like the very air around us was catching fire.
Her gaze never faltered as she spoke, her voice growing darker with each word, a steady stream of venom and rage pouring out of her. She had been carrying this anger for years, and now, it was finally breaking free, spilling out like an unstoppable force.
"I'll start with you, Pride-Niklaus. You'll be the first to fall. I'll take your life, rip it from you like it means nothing, and then I'll move on to your little sister. After that, I'll make sure your mother feels my wrath, every ounce of it. And even then, that won't even begin to make up for what she's done to me. She will feel every bit of my fury, I swear it. She'll wish she never crossed my path." Her words were low, a promise laced with such deep hatred that the very ground beneath us seemed to tremble.
The kind of anger that time only made deeper, sharper, and more dangerous.
I couldn't help myself. I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back slightly, crossing my arms over my chest, putting on a show of indifference. It was all too predictable.
"The years pass, and you just keep replaying the same damn story, Scarlet. You should really consider growing up. You're almost twenty now, yet here you are, stuck in the past, clinging to the same tired loop of vengeance. It's getting boring, honestly. No one here cares about your endless vendetta. Besides, there's no way you'll ever kill an arch-demon, no matter how hard you try." I couldn't stop the taunting edge that crept into my words. She was becoming a broken record, and the repetitive nature of her threats made it hard to take her seriously.
But even as I spoke, I knew better than to underestimate her. She was dangerous, far more than she let on, but there was something in her threats that didn't carry the same weight they once did. It was almost... hollow.
Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flaring up within them, and I saw the anger surge through her like an inferno about to erupt.
"Yet," she hissed, her voice now cold and filled with an almost unnerving calm, "for now, we are both immortals, but don't think for a second that's going to last forever. Time is on my side, Pride. It may take years, decades even, but I will find a way. I'll rip you apart, tear you to pieces, and when I'm done with that, I'll drain you dry of every last drop of blood. All while your precious little bitch of a mother watches. And when I'm finished with you, I'll move on to your sister. Then I'll do the same to her, even if drinking her dirty blood makes my stomach churn. I'll do it. I'll kill all of you, one by one." She said it with such conviction, like she could already see the future unfolding before her, and it was painted in blood and vengeance.
Her words weren't just threats; they were promises, cold and calculating, and the certainty in her voice made them all the more chilling.
As she tried to move past me, her words seemingly enough to propel her forward, I stepped in her way, blocking her path with a swift, deliberate motion.
The sharpness of my movements matched the coldness in my voice as I spoke. "You shouldn't be so quick to threaten someone else's family, Scarlet," I said, my tone dripping with a calculating edge. "Especially not when you have so much to lose. More than me, in fact. A father, and two younger siblings, you said?" I purred, each word aimed like a challenge, a bait. The effect was immediate. Her eyes flared with rage, and I could feel the heat of it radiate off her, the force of her anger so strong it seemed to warp the air around us.
The death glare she shot me could have scorched the very earth beneath our feet.
"Get out of my fucking sight, Pride-Niklaus!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom, harsh and unforgiving, as if every syllable carried the weight of her fury. "If you ever threaten what's left of my family again, I'll make sure you regret it. I'll murder all your little friends. The two archangels, the two demons, and the snake shifter. Don't forget, while you and your narcissistic little sister can't be killed yet, those five can. And do not, for one second, think that I wouldn't do it. Because I would. I'd kill them without a second thought. No hesitation." Her voice had turned into a low, dangerous growl, each word like a poison in the air, thick with menace.
The threat was real. I could feel it. She wasn't bluffing. Not this time.
"Threatening us now, are you?" Kai mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though his posture betrayed his true feelings. His body was stiff, his movements slightly twitchy. I could see the fear beneath his bravado, the facade crumbling just a little as he tried to hide his unease. He was trying to provoke her, to get under her skin, to show some semblance of dominance, but I could tell it wasn't working. He was more shaken than he wanted to admit.
Her golden eyes shifted from mine to his, and for a moment, her scowl morphed into something darker, a twisted sneer forming on her lips. It was as if she had just tasted something foul, something repulsive. "Lowly demon," she sneered, her voice sharp and full of disdain. "You dare to speak to me? You, of all things, dare to call yourself Lust? Pathetic." Each word felt like a slap, and I saw the flash of anger in Kai's eyes. It was clear that she had hit a nerve, striking deep with her words.
Kai didn't back down. He never did. "It wasn't me who was about to lose control a second ago, was it?" he shot back, his words laced with mockery, his usual sharpness never failing him. He was always quick with a retort, always ready to push the limits, but sometimes, he didn't know when to stop.
This was one of those times.
For just a brief moment, I saw a flicker in her expression. Something... fragile. A crack in her armor, something vulnerable, something raw. But it was gone in an instant, swallowed by the mask of indifference she wore so well. Whatever it was, it disappeared before I could even begin to understand it, consumed by the depths of her rage.
"I doubt you would still be sane," she said, her voice colder than ice, cutting through the space between us like a razor. "If you had to go through even ten percent of what I've been through, horns."
Kai gasped dramatically, placing his hands to his head in exaggerated disbelief. "I don't have horns!" he retorted, his voice high with mock indignation, playing the part of the offended, but I could see the amusement flickering in his eyes.
Her eyebrow arched, her gaze turning condescending as a smirk curled at the corners of her lips. "Oh, but your ex-girlfriend did cheat on you with half the campus, didn't she?" she taunted, her words dripping with malice. "So, if you ask me, you might as well be wearing horns yourself. I'd say you've earned them. You'd be more suited to the name 'Lust' if you could even get someone to care about you for more than five minutes."
Her words landed with a sharp sting, and I watched as Kai's face flushed red, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration tightening his jaw. He didn't respond immediately, his sharp wit stifled by the sting of her insult. She had a way of getting under your skin, of cutting deeper than anyone else. It wasn't just the physical jabs, but psychological ones too—she knew exactly where to hit.
But it wasn't about Kai anymore. The focus was shifting, the tension in the room building, hanging heavy in the air like a storm ready to break. The silence stretched on, thick and oppressive, as we all waited for the next move, the next words that would shatter the fragile balance we were teetering on. Scarlet was dangerous—no doubt about it. But I had learned to deal with danger.
What I wasn't prepared for was the nagging feeling that something darker, something more sinister, was at play here. Something beyond the endless grudges and power struggles. Whatever she was planning, it wasn't just about us. It was about everyone. And I wasn't sure we'd survive it.