"How can you be so evil?" I ask, tears welling up in my eyes. "Do you not feel anything?"
Sebastian's lip quirks up, "I know how I feel about you, Clarissa. But, unlike most of you Nephilim, I don't show my weakness, which is why I will win. I will always come out on top. I'm stronger than all of your little friends, and with my army rising through the ashes, I will be indestructible."
He shows so much passion talking about horror. About putting other people in misery.
"How...can I help you though?" I ask, my voice fails to sound relatively strong. I would rather die than help him, but if it means saving Jace––there's no question. I have to help that vile thing. My brother.
Sebastian cracks a smile, pleased and disgusting. "Ah, I knew you would come around."
I can't help but roll my eyes, "You only have this control over me because of Jace. I would never help you willingly. I would never help a monster."
His fingers dig into my chin. A sweet gesture like stroking one's chin turned forced, turned manipulating. "You will profuse most of your assistance by simply joining me."
"Do I have any other choice?" I spat.
"No," he says simply. "It would've been so easy..." he adds.
I furrow my brows, waiting for him to elaborate.
"So easy," he repeats, in a soft whisper, "If only that bloody brew would've worked," he begins to laugh, completely inappropriate for the time being. "Everything about you has to be so...complicated, doesn't it?" His grip tightens and I try to pull back, not successful. His fingers must be turning purple, using so much force.
I let out a whimper.
"All you wanted was to live happily ever after with Jace––but don't you see that we're meant for eachother?" His eyes are terrifying. "Why can't you see?"
"L-let go," I stifle.
"It's all your mother's fault, right?" He laughs like a sick person, "It's all her fault! Her damn fault. She took you away from me. Away from our father. And now, you're commiserable."
I clutch his wrist, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
"It wasn't her fault," I say.
"But it was!" If only his face could be customary, not so startling, not so sharp. "She's going to pay Clarissa. She's going to burn with the rest of them, rot in Hell for what she did to me."
"No!" I set my jaw, "You can't."
"I can't?" He raises his eyebrows, like this is so amusing to him, to watch his little sister crying, to stoop down to the level he wanted to belittle her to. "And why can't I? Is there anyone that can stop me? No. There's no one," he hisses.
I squeeze my eyes shut, "Jace is stronger than you. He beat you once, Sebastian and he'll do it again."
"And that is where you're wrong again," he says, and I peel my eyes open to see him grinning. Again. "It will be you and my little brother who will be extant through the fire. You will join me and do what I say to protect him, as he will join me and do what I say because of you. 'To love is to destroy'."
He's right.
Finding the love I found with Jace has been the best experience of my life, but now, it's the most dangerous. The most evil.
"Am I not accurate?" He looks at me considerably, as if I'm just a child, "Would you let me beat Jace? Would you let me hurt him?"
I don't say a word. He knows.
"And we both discern that Jace wouldn't let me touch you. I have you both between my fingers like silly putty. It might've been love that helped you win the battle, but it will be your love that will help me win the war."
"Just kill me," I cry. How can I let him end so many lives. I can't be apart of so much misery and pain.
"What would be the fun in that?"
"You think that you own me!" I scream,
"But, don't I?"
I growl with fury. "You think that what you're doing will help people––yourself, but it will all catch up to you and stab you in the chest! Just like what happened to Valentine. Your father. You're so selfish... and cruel, and evil! I hate you!" My breathing is uneven, my anger: overwhelming. "If you think that you can get away with your atrocious tactics, you're wrong. You are so wrong."
"I'm never wrong, little sister," he cackles. Then he propels the back of his hand towards my cheek with so much clout that I am rocked off of my feet. He steps on my right hand and I let out a shrill. "Do you hear that? That scream will soon escalate by billions as people try to find safety in hell."
Finally, he takes his foot off my hand and I hold it to my chest.
"It's time for a new beginning Clarissa. And it will start with terror."
Author's note:
Hey, so I'm so sorry for not uploading for so long. I couldn't log back into my account and I've been so busy, but to make it all up to you, I will be updating at least one of my stories every day. Honest. Not lying.
That's a lot of writing, but I don't care. I need to release some of the sadness of having to wait a whole other year for City of Heavenly Fire.
Thanks for all of the positive response(:
