FUCKING QUEEN OF HELL!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

"You say your thoughts aloud all the time," Lilith mused. "What a terrible thing…"

"So I have to wait, is what you're telling me?" I said. "Wait. Sit there and let him take all of my friends."

"Yes."

"Corpse Queen," I murmured. "That is what I'm going to call you. Here is the thing, Corpse Queen, I will not wait for him to pick off my friends and I sure as hell aint gonna fight beside you since you are the reason I don't have family anymore."

"You will do as I say," Lilith warned. "Or I will kill Eric Northman. He is the thing you love most, yes? I will end him."

"How? You're stuck here. Until someone becomes your vessel you are stuck here, corpse queen," I sneered. "If you fucking touch one blonde hair on his corpse head then I will end you."

"You can't."

"Yes, I can. I'll figure out a way, I always do."

Lilith frowned, baring her fangs at me. Bitch. "So much arrogance. Humans always think too much of themselves."

"I'm not a human," I said proudly. "I'm a badass witch. I think."

"I know witches and I have killed some of the greatest witches to walk this Earth. You are no witch."

"Fuck you, I am too!"

"Your sister was special. She was a great witch. A worthy adversary," Lilith told me, my blood turning cold. Lillian. I miss her so much, I wonder what she would've thought of all of this mess. What would she do? "You are not her. Pity. She was willing to sacrifice herself or anyone else for the greater good. That is why Hecate chose her to rule."

"Greater good?! My sister is gone and she was only fifteen years old, the whole world on her shoulders," I explained. "My mother killed her. Lucifer killed her. There is no greater good when your side of the family is involved."

Lilith walked closer to me and then growled, "I don't know what they ever saw in you. I don't know why they want to give you my blood. You are not the one."

Thank god I guess? Why are all corpses so fucking creepy?

"Do you have a hearing problem," I asked. "That's what I have been trying to tell all of you! Will anyone listen to me? No!"

"You're crazy," she said bluntly. "That is why."

"I am not," I growled. "You corpses just piss me off!"

Lilith looked pissed and snapped her fingers. I glanced around and knitted my brows in confusion. I don't know what was supposed to happen.

"You will obey me," she said. "Or your precious viking dies."

I glared at her and then coldly told her, "Where is he?"

"With the others. I told you before I can save them. I know where they are."

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled as light appeared before me and I saw that I was standing in Sookie's house.

Fuck the corpse queen, I am just gonna have to save the world by myself yet again.

Everyone is gone now. I know that Mallum probably took everyone while I was gone. I have to find somewhere to put Mallum, somewhere no one can find them. My hands curled into fists as I heard the door slam open.

"Where the fuck is my maker?!"

Pam.

I ran downstairs and smiled at Pam. "They didn't take you."

"Mallum took Eric. Your weird brother called," she said at the door. She was very pissed.

"Listen, Lilith took him because I am-"

"A bitch," she finished. "Of course you are. You just had to be a bitch to the queen of the vampires! The fucking first maker!"

I smiled and shrugged. "To be fair, she brought my sister into the conversation. I got a little angry and told her some things. I may have said that I would end her. She touched Eric so yeah I'm gonna kill the corpse queen."

Pam put her hands on her hips and sighed. "What do we do now then? They have Tara and Eric!"

"Shit. Well, we have to run now so they can't catch you, Pam."

"Aw, you sweet on me now," she mused. "Eric will be jealous."

"Serves him right for being a stupid corpse sometimes," I snapped. "Yes, I do like you. You and I are the ones who are gonna save the world."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"Well, I don't know. I haven't figured it out yet," I said, rubbing my neck. "I know I need to find somewhere to put Mallum like a prison he can't escape from."

"The Omen," Pam laughed as she saw the dvd case on top of Sookie's tv. "How perfect."

"What?"

"I'm positive there is probably some Antichrist out there," Pam said, a grin on her face. "Just think if you were the devil wouldn't you make certain you are going to win? Like plan B or C?"

I smiled evilly. "Of course. He would need an army."

"Sure," Pam smirked. "Something like that. I mean God made his children into fucking winged bible freaks so what's to say that the Devil ain't following in his daddy's footsteps?"

(So then I will fast forward this story because none of us have time to be talking about the adventures of Pam and I. Don't worry, they will come later on!)

(You get yourself into way too much trouble.)

(Hey! This is my life story I am telling, Pam! Get the hell outta here!)

(Come on now. I'm sure they would like to know about our relationship)

(What?! Pam, you better be lying to me!)

(Eric? Why do you guys keep interrupting this story? I am trying to create art here. The world needs to know my story!)

(No comment.)

(Let's get back to the good stuff here. Anyways so you all know what happened next? Mallum kept chasing us around the world, we found his half-brother, Dr. King who turned out to be evil...yeah and he pretended to kill Pam and she was taken. Then I was about to give birth. Welcome back.)

As I laid there on my back literally in a pile what I am assuming to be my water breaking part of this, I began to think as this fucker crawled its way out of me. It actually was crawling at me.

"Lucifer," I whispered. "Uncle, let's make a deal."

A second later, I saw my uncle's face above me, grinning. "Hello, niece. What deal is this I hear about?"

"My family for me. A trade. Lilith is coming into this world whether I like it not, I can't stop her. You can't either. She is gonna betray you, she doesn't like what you-AH!" I screamed as I held my stomach in pain. "Motherfucker! Someone is gonna drink her blood. One of those chancellors will battle to the death for it. She's already chosen. Kill this thing inside of me and bring back my family and I'll...stay in hell with you. I will rule hell."

Lucifer's smile widened. "How terrible for you. That is two things though you want for me. I want a queen."

"Fuck no," I growled. "I will be your progeny in a way."

"How do I know you will keep our promise?" He asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Listen, you don't want Mallum here," I retorted. "Or you wouldn't be here making a deal and not wanting his ugly ass kid to be born."

"If a child of yours is born then I will be dead," he said impassively. "That is what I was told recently by a seer. Mallum is persistent, I am very proud of him, but he has grown arrogant and rebellious. He always planned for this, to overthrow me and rule Hell."

"I promise that I will never bear a child, the only way to assure that is by Eric," I reminded him. "I promise that I will rule over Hell for all eternity. I will not run away as long as everyone I love is safe."

"I have another request," he said before he put his hand on my large stomach. "I want to be sure that you have no ties to this world."

"Fine," I snapped angrily. "Everyone still is alive and well! Whatever! Fix this!"

Lucifer smiled and took out a piece of paper, he sliced my hand then dipped a fucking quill pen in it like the psychopath that he is. I signed my name on the line, not bothering to read the fine print. Dumb idea I know, but if I'm ruler of Hell then he can't tell me shit.

Once my hand lifted off of the paper, I stared into the eyes of the Devil as I saw the red midst pour all around us. I remember wishing that Mallum would go to a prison realm.

Who is Mallum? I don't know who he is actually.

I remember opening my eyes and sitting up in my beautiful canopy bed with red drapes on the side and silk white sheets surrounding me. I opened the drapes and saw two women with green skin and sharp teeth kneeling at my feet.

"Terrible evening, my Queen," they greeted me.

I am queen. My name is Belle Deveraux. Queen Belle. No, that's not right.

My name is not Belle anymore. It is Bellona.

I smiled at them, remembering who I was. I am the Queen Bellona, ruler of Hell and of the Nine Circles, Mistress of Darkness, and Heir.

I walked to my closet, still smiling as they dressed me. I was dressed in the finest jewels I had ever seen, and the softest dresses too. I mostly dressed in red. I guess they thought that red was my color. They weaved and pinned my hair back into my head, placing a crown on my head.

It had nine blood rubies on both sides of the golden crown, one for each of the nine circles of hell. Then there was the stone in the middle of it. A tanzanite gem.

As I walked down the hallway of despair, hearing the wails of people, I couldn't help, but think that I was missing something. I should be happy. Shouldn't I? I was queen, I had more power than my mother ever had. I had everything I ever wanted. Everything Lillian was. I was.

I could free all of them, but I didn't. I had judged their souls when they were sent to me.

"Quiet!" I screamed at them, they were as silent as mice. "Whenever I step in here, I could care less about you screaming at me, begging me for your life. I don't care. So when I step in here again, please be quiet or I will make sure you go into the eighth circle. They like a good screamer."

I continued to walk past the horrors of hell. The lair of skins, the sea of tears, the paradise of secrets, and there were so many more. I went down the red brick road with my two annoyingly quiet servants behind her. I observed the nine circles of hell as I always did.

I hate them.

Why is ruling so boring? I thought that this would be more fun. It is always cold here.

"It is cold to keep the bodies cold," They said behind me.

"Did I say you both could speak to me?" I inquired.

They let out a squeal and bowed to me furiously. "We are sorry!"

God, they are so creepy.

I frowned as I tried to remember where I heard that from. I know I said this before, but where?

"Listen, I need you to do something for me," I told them. "Where are the vampires?"

"Granddaughter," a voice said from above.

"Hecate," I growled, but then smiled for some reason. "Why can't I remember what you did to me?"

She smiled as she came from nothing. "You made a deal. This is the fine print. A sacrifice."

"What do you want?" I demanded to know because she was really ruining my day, but I couldn't figure out why I fucking hated this old hag.

"Warlow."

TBC…