Let me catch you all up on Hecate here. You see Hecate, my all divine grandmother, she hated God so much that she created Lilith. She didn't like that he casted out Lucifer before he made the humans. She created Lilith to challenge the humans, to show God and all of her children that what she created would be better than his humans. She created the shifters after she created the witches who then created the wolves. She created the beings of the supernatural for her army to destroy God.

Of course we stopped it.

Crazy bitch has returned!

Also who is "we"? Why would I say that? Wasn't it only me?

"You know something isn't right," Hecate said. "There is a balance, and what you did made it that way."

"I despise you," I responded coldly. "I don't know why you decided to show yourself after all these months, but I don't care to know."

"You are the Queen of Hell," she said. "It's what I've always wanted for you. It is why crosses hurt you. This is your destiny. Warlow can't live."

"Who the fuck is this weirdo anyways? He's not a corpse, is he?" I shuddered. Corpses are disgusting.

"Even worse, he's a hybrid. Half-fae, half-vampire, the first progeny. Lilith created him and now she has taken a vessel. Two days later, Warlow was freed from his prison, reeking of demon blood. Now the humans are fighting back and starting a war with the vampires. Everything is turning to shit now more than ever. Warlow is free! HE will kill everything I created. Fuck the humans too!"

I growled at her. "Tell me you really didn't stick Mallum with him and now he has consumed him possibly making him the strongest thing out there."

Gary came from behind a tree and grinned. "I put him there just like you asked of me. I found a prison."

"OH GOD, you're still lurking around here," I snapped. "You're annoying so I command you to go away. Go tortue a pedo or maybe cut off their dick just leave me alone."

"Listen here, witchy, I wouldn't be here unless I wasn't worried. There is no if. Lilith has risen again and she has plans."

"Who?" I asked absentmindedly, picking my fingernails.

"William Compton."

"Who the fuck is he?" I asked curiously. "Why is he so special?!"

"Who knows!" She screamed in the air. "I don't know why she chose him! So as your grandmother I come here to ask you a favor. I want Lilith gone. I want Warlow gone. I want no trace of them. Forever. She's taken a vessel and basically fucked me over again by loving my dear saintly husband. I created that bitch and now she wants to thank him!"

"Ungrateful corpse," I joked.

STUPID CORPSE!

Corpse? Who is the stupid corpse?

"Anyways so she took a vampire as her vessel." I said. "Who are they?"

Why are they looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Oh shit did I forget to brush my teeth and now have a seed in them. Goddamn it. I can't have anything in life.

"No," Hecate retorted, trying to control her rage at me. Well damn, no one asked them to listen to me. "We already told you his name!"

"His name is Bill Compton," Gary said. "He believes himself to be a god now, chosen by Lilith herself to save the vampires."

"Arrogant," she scoffed while I picked my fingernails, completely bored with this entire discussion. "This involves you too, Bellona. He will come to Hell and claim your throne as his."

The thought of not being queen anymore suddenly made me happy. "Where is this Bill Compton? Bill...what a boring name if you ask me."

"Bon Temps," Gary said. "Destroy him."

I smirked and nodded. "Fine, but I will send zombies. I wanna see how strong this Bill Compton is. With Lilith in his body, he is no doubt in chaos."

I dug my hand into the ground as I closed my eyes and murmured, "Lives of the past, I command you to rise from the grave. Rise for your Mistress and find Bill Compton. Kill him. Kill the vampire."

I smiled as I heard the ground rumbling underneath. I am so freaking powerful sometimes. I held my hand out as my servants started to clean it. I am not gonna lie to you guys...but having servants feel really good.

"We need to wait," I told them. I smiled as sweetly as my face could bear it. "Now go the fuck away. I have other duties I need to do. I have to listen to demons whine and complain about their problems like the other hounds digging into their fire flowers."

I turned around to leave, hearing Hecate call to her, "The government is trying to destroy all of my creations. They have declared war on them."

"AHHHHHHH," I yelled out loudly. "What do you want me to do?!"

"Destroy them," she said simply. "You are the Queen of Hell now is the time to act like it. Kill the humans."

She's so annoying sometimes. Why do I wanna kill the humans? It would only make the mess worse, I mean we are worse to them than they are to us. I glared at her before shaking my head.

"I'm leaving. Goodnight!"

"You just awoke three hours ago," Hecate said incredulously. "You are the possibly the worst queen in the entire world!"

"Not true," I scoffed. "I AM A FREAKING FANTASTIC QUEEN!"

"Then kill the humans!"

"NO!"

"WHY NOT?!"

"BECAUSE IT ISN'T RIGHT!" I yelled, my voice suddenly echoing throughout the woods. My servants bowed their heads in submission and kneeled to the ground. I heard whimpers in the distance and calmed myself down.

Hecate smirked and then snapped her fingers as a pool of water appeared in the ground with mist coming out of it. I glanced around to see if anyone was as freaked out by the pool of FUCKING WATER as I was. "Looks like I was right."

I peered into the pool of water and saw a dark haired and very pale man surveying the piles of bodies on his lawn. I saw him glance around and say to a blonde tall man, "There are other forces at work here. They don't want me here."

"It appears someone else also thinks you're an asshole," he said impassively.

"Who are they?" I inquired, memorized by the sight.

"Bill Compton is the dark haired one. He killed your zombies," Gary answered.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he did. That fucking...fucking...ugh, what the fuck is he?!

Well, whatever the fuck he is, he killed my zombie army! It took me a while to think of that army. They were perfect because I thought that you couldn't kill them since you know, they are completely dead. Damn.

All those zombies movies are a bunch of lies. Why did they make 'em seem like they were invincible or some shit?

"Because THEY ARE FUCKING MOVIES," Hecate screamed at me. I was struck back by her tone of voice. "Oh my husband, you are an idiot! I've never met anyone with a mind like yours."

I blinked and then I was back in my chambers again. I fell against the columns as my head felt too heavy on my shoulders. My vision was blurry as I tripped over the steps. Why can't I stay right? Wait, that's not what I meant?

As I fell to the ground, I felt a word in my head.

"Corpse," I whispered angrily.

I felt the world waste away from me as I closed my eyes.

I can't remember how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up, I remembered everything. Sookie, Eric, Bill, Tara, all of it. I saw Jason get hurt by scowl lines and threaten Sookie. SO you all can imagine, I am pissed off. Which means I am going to kill him, but after I get out of Hell.

I shot up to my feet and went to a door. I thought of Sookie and Jason, their home. I opened the door and smiled widely as I saw the familiar ugly living room.

I stepped inside and closed the door quickly. I couldn't believe I let Lucifer trick me into giving myself to Hell. Joke's on him since I made a little circumstance and if that were to occur then I would be released.

Not one of my loved ones is to be harmed. Once they are harmed then the deal is over.

I sat on the couch, smiling as I looked outside to the sun setting. Eric would sense me and be here soon. He will be pissed at what I had done, but I'm back now.

I mean I'm still queen, but not really.

"Freeze, Warlow," Jason yelled as he stomped into the room, pointing his gun at me.

Wait, what?

"Jason, it's me," I said. "It's Belle."

"I don't know who the fuck you are," he snapped, clocking his gun. "How did you get in here?"

"Through the door," I answered, unfazed by his gun. "Where the hell is Eric?"

"The door was locked," he retorted. "How did you get in here?!"

I blinked at him then laughed. "Of course you don't remember me...Lucifer must've put in that only I would remember probably. Jason, this is gonna hurt."

I dodged his bullet and put my hand on his head. Jason screamed in pain as he went to his knees.

"My head," he whimpered.

A ball of light came towards me and I was thrown to the other wall in the living room. I groaned as I rolled my head, cracking my neck a little.

"Ow," I whispered then stood up.

"Meet the Queen of Hell," an old ass man said.

Jason sighed. "Come on now! Demons are real too!"

How dare he? I ain't no demon. They are gross looking with bumps and half rotten faces with razor sharp teeth.

"Look, I am not a demon," I growled. "I am stuck as the queen because I saved all your asses from Mallum."

"Warlow is freed because he consumed Mallum," the old ass man said. "You're the reason Warlow is free."

"Who the fuck is Warlow?" I asked angrily. "I am here to kill Lilith."

"You want Bill," Jason asked.

"Ew." I shuddered in disgust. "I would never."

"Warlow is the progeny of Lilith," the old ass man said. "I may be old, but my name is Niall Brigant. King of the Fae."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Big deal. My grandfather is God and my grandmother is Hecate."

"I know exactly who you are Belle Deveraux, everyone in Fae knows of you and your family. God made the fae to sweep the darkness from the land," he explained.

Jason gasped and then hugged me tightly. "Belle! Where the hell have you been?!"

I smiled. "In Hell. Where is Eric?"

He shrugged. "He was here then Bill drank Lilith's blood. We tried to kill him and that didn't work. Then some zombies came and tried to kill him. We killed them then he disappeared."

I frowned. "Well, no one remembers me so I doubt he does."

"Oh he gonna kill you," he teased. "So are you gonna help us kill Warlow or not? We could use some witchy powers of yours. You're not a demon right?"

"No, I only am their queen. Hecate wants Warlow gone too, but more so Lilith than Warlow."

"I'm confused," Jason said. "Are you evil or not?"

"She is the Mistress of Darkness," Niall said. "She has a reputation for torture."

I shrugged. "I wanna say that it ain't my fault, but not really. Where is Alcide? Where the fuck is everybody? Why aren't you guys all together?"

Jason scratched the back of his head then awkwardly held my hands. "Look, Belle, I ain't wanna tell you this, but Alcide is the packmaster now. He's not who you remember him to be. None of us are now that I think about it. You are what held us together and when you left or well, we forgot about you, we had nothing to be together for."

Well, that is just a kick in the corpse's nutsack aint it?

"Fucking corpse," I seethed. I snapped my fingers and my hellhounds came running out of the door. Jason cursed and pointed his gun at them. "Find Eric for me."

They charged out the front door, snarling as they went. Jason kept pointing his gun and peeked out the front door. He looked at me oddly then I shrugged.

"What? While they are doing that, I can help you find Warlow and kill him."

Jason smiled. "Now we got firepower, grandpa. Warlow better be ready for us 'cause the gang is back!"

I high-fived him as I said proudly, "THE SCOOBY GANG IS BACK, BITCHES!"

TBC...