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(Chapter 1: Learnings Of A Soul Mate)

0o Bella's Point Of View o0

Sitting here on my black throne, I pondered about my pitiful and depressing life. Ever since God killed my brother, Hell hasn't been the same. I can not rule this place as queen without my brother as king. Why did God have to kill him?! Why?! He was my brother, my sworn protector! He said he will always be here to rule Hell alongside me, and yet, where is he? I loved my brother so much, he meant the world to me, and I him. We were very close siblings, so much so that some souls and demons mistaken us for lover! Oh, I remember the times when he and I would play pranks on the guards and servants, out laughs would echo throughout the whole castle.

A single black fear escaped my left eye, cascaded down my porcelain cheek and splattering onto my black dress. Silent sobs of despair and pain racked my small frame as I remembered all the fun times Idry- my brother and I had. It still hurts to say his name! I was so happy then, no I am a bumbling mess! I can't even make a few sound come our of my mouth.

I can almost see my brother standing here now, telling me to toughen up and stop crying. He would smile and hug me tightly as I would breathed in his scent. I miss my brother so much!

Another wave of agony stabbed into my heart like a red hot poker as I wiped my thick black tears away with the sleeves of my dress. Why must my life be so agonising and miserable?! Why can't I have a happy life? What's life worth loving when all you do all day is sit on a chair and stare at a pair of oak doors, waiting for my brother to burst in, saying he never died and that everything will be okay? Maybe I should go to heaven and ask god to kill me. I have no mate and no reason to live. If I just turn into nothing, maybe I can be with my brother again. But who will run Hell and all of its horrendous souls who live here? So, I can't die. All I ask for is to die, but I know I can't because my brother would have wanted me to live. Those were his last words before God lopped his head off, "live and be happy, sister, for me because my soul will always be in you. Remember that and be happy, if you are happy, then I am happy. I love you."

I can still see his pain smile as he said those immortal words. They still ring in my head every counting second of my damned life, even though it's been over 5000 years. This is why I hate God and his angels so much, they killed my brother! One day I shall get my revenge! What goes around comes around!

Sniffling, I recovered from my breakdown and leaned back on my throne, looking around the room out of boredom. The walls were black with vine of good running through it as black, marble columns stood at each far side of the room. The creamy floor was completely marble and the walls were made of black, rough bricks. Two winged demons stood guard at either side of the large, black oak doors that lead to the throne room. The ceilings was a large dome with paintings covering it, like the 16th chapel of Earth.

Two marble steps led up to two thrones, one of which I am sitting on. The whole castle looked like one of those from the medieval times on Earth. Though instead of being grey, it's actually an onyx black.

I haven't left this throne for a thousand years, of course, I don't need to eat. I am the Queen of Hell, an immortal. I do not need to worry over petty things like food, unlike those retched humans and other animals.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the large oak doors opening as my gaze focused on the familiar figure running into the throne room.

It was Zephyr, my messenger. Hm, he looks very happy and excited about something. He had black hair with a warm face that could have any mortal woman fall to his feet and he was 5'11.

"My lady!" He puffed out, stopping in the middle of the room whilst catching his unneeded breath.

I stared at him blankly as his he blood from his cheeks slowly receded and his breathes came out less laboured. Ever since the death of my brother, I have not spoken one word, or even showed any emotion on my face other than pain and despair. The feel of a smile was now foreign to my face.

"My lady, I have some great news!" He continued, his red eyes filled with relief and hope.

I wonder why he's so happy.

"We have found your mate!" He announced happily. Even all the guards in the room seemed wide eyed and shocked.

I just sat there, completely paralysed by what Zephyr said. I...I...I have a soul mate? H...how can that be?! I thought I was going to spend my eternity alone, always mourning for my dead brother. Can it be possible hat someone is out there, waiting for me, someone who can love me, a monster.

A part if me is overjoyed with the fact that my life will be filled with happiness and contentment by a true soul mate, the other half is scared that my mate will reject me. But what is he? Is he a human? Is he a werewolf? Or is he a vampire? What species is he? I do hope he isn't an Angel!

For the first time in a long time, a weird feeling bubbled up in my stomach, it was hope. Maybe I am not damned for an eternity of misery and despair. Could it be?

"Mistress! Say something!" Zephyr said worriedly, snapping me out of my hopeful thoughts. "Well, I don't expect you to say anything, but at least show me you heard me!"

I just stared at the messenger blankly, before opening my mouth, ready to use my vocal muscles again. "What is his name?" My voice came our raspy and rough, from without speaking for a long time.

Zephyr's eyes widen in shock as his jaw dropped to the floor. I inwardly smiled at his reaction. The every guard in the room looked shell shocked as I stared at Zephyr blankly, blinking my eyes a few times.

"I...I...I...um...uh, oh yes! It's J...Jasper W...Whitlock," he stuttered out, trying to comprehend what just happened.

"Jasper Whitlock," I repeated with a hint of a smile.

I could feel my cold heart melt as those words rolled off my lips. Even the thought thought of this stranger's name brings warmth and happiness into my sad and pain-filled heart. Maybe he can end this indescribable pain looming in chest. When my brother died, a piece of my heart died. Hopefully, my mate can resurrect it again.

"Tell me about this...Jasper Whitlock," I whispered hoarsely, still adjusting to the feel of talking again.

"Oh! Um uh," I could feel the shock rolling off Zephyr in waves before he finally collected himself and started his explanation. "We don't know much about his past, but we do know where he is and what he's doing."

He paused for a second, as if expecting me to break down any second.

I motioned him to go before relaxing into my rather large chair.

"He is considered The God Of War in the vampire community because he fought in the newborn wars and was very successful. We don't know much about him, only that he is in the Olympic Coven and that particular coven is in trouble with the Volturi. I'm pretty sure they are accused of siring an immortal child," Zephyr explained informatively as he played with his fingers.

"Hm," I hummed thoughtfully. "What are the Volturi going to do?"

Zephyr seemed startled by my sudden question because he nearly jumped out of his skin. I had to mentally laughed at that, though my face betrayed no emotion.

"From my eavesdropping," he said with thinned lips, "it seems that the whole Volturi are visiting his particular coven."

"Well," I concluded thoughtfully. "It seems that we are going to pay Earth a little visit. Perhaps stay there for a little while. Prepare my bags and bring three of the top guards."

"Yes, your highness." He replied quickly. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Oh, and pack your belongings as well, Zephyr. You are coming with me," I smiled for the first time in 5000 years.

This caused Zephyr to grin with happiness. "Yes, my lady! Right away." He bowed graciously before turning around and walking towards the exit.

The two guards opened the doors and closed as his figure disappeared somewhere into the castle.

I looked around to see all my guards with slight smiles on their faces as they stood like statues. I know they are happy that I have finally found my mate.

Sighing, I closed my eyes, still adjusting to the foreign feeling of a smile in my lips and my throat muscles being used. This all happened so fast, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I just hope everything goes well.

The Volturi had better not lay one finger on my mate, otherwise Aro will find that his head is missing. I hope my Jasper is well and that he doesn't have another lover. I just can't go through the pain of losing my soul mate, even if I haven't met him.

Author's Note:

Well? What did you think? Don't forget, this hasn't been Beta'd so there are a few mistakes. Please feel free to ask any questions and I'll answer them in my next Author's Note!

Until next time,

Alina

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