It's a little late because I had reports to do, cousins over and zero breathing time. My friend is a little Jack obsessed right now and will be…. Crazy when she sees it's not a Jack/Sky chapter today. So next one will probably be about them.

Summary: Kingsley's POV right after VAL.

Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Bloods or Devil's Kiss.

Torment

Kingsley POV

Heat.

Burning heat.

That's all I felt when I awoke. I looked around to see that I was in a small dark room. Smoke was coming out of the cracks in the walls and there was the sound of screams and half crazed voices.

The sound of madness.

"Araquel" A silky voice said. To someone else the sound may have been a calm sound, but to me it was my death sentence.

Well, torture sentence.

There was no justice here. He would play judge, jury and executioner.
"Lucifer" I said with mock civility.

He gave me a cold smile. "Selflessness is unbecoming on you, cousin." He smirked. His pristine white suit looked out of place in the burning black pit. I snarled at him.

He smiled. "Good, there's still spirit in you. I'll enjoy breaking it."

I glared at him with revulsion. It amazed me that I had ever fallen prey to him. Idolized him even. But of course, I was just a pawn in his game.

Expendable.

"Cut to the chase. What are you going to do?" I asked. Probably not one of my brightest ideas.

He gave me an amused look. But I could see the cruelty simmering underneath the surface.

I waited for my sentence, my punishment.

I prepared for shouting and tirades.

But the last thing I expected was for him to laugh. It was a hard laugh, but a laugh none the less. He ignored my question.

"Was it worth it, Araquel?" He asked cruelly.

"Was what?" I asked, faking ignorance.

"Giving up your place in my legion for a girl? Who won't give you the time of day. Some things really don't change." he smiled.

I closed my eyes, trying to block the images and memories from going through my head.

"Is she still with that traitor Abbadon?" Out of instinct, my lip curled at his name. He laughed at my reaction.

"Maybe you can be of use to me after all." He pondered.

"What?" I couldn't think straight. The weight of the chains on my wrists and ankles felt enormous. Combined with the burning heat, and tidal waves of unwanted memories, it was unbearable.

"We will need to get rid of their powerful players." he said. I wondered if he were talking to me or to himself.

"We will need to kill Abbadon. And who better a person than you." He gave me a twisted smile. His demeanor had changed. His blue eyes seemed half crazed. There was a reddish tinge to then now.

"I know you hate him. After all, wasn't he the one who my dear sister left you for?"

That hit a nerve and he knew it.

"How?" I growled between gritted teeth. He chucked.

"If angels hear the prayers, who do you think hears the curses?"

My eyes widened.

His eyes were completely crimson now. His silver pupils stared at me with frightening intensity. But I refused to show weakness. I held his gaze. His smile twisted as he let out a horrible sound.

It was the sound if the tortured souls in his head. His voice sounded like metal on a chalkboard. And with that he disappeared into the fire. I leaned back into the wall of my cell, feeling a thousand years old.

Feeling my age.

The flames licked up the walls. I couldn't just give up. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I would live- if you could call this life- with my punishment. I felt so tired. Tired of running, of fighting. I took a deep breath and waited for sleep to take me. Hopefully the nightmares would leave me be tonight.

I know it was short. And the writing format was weird. I wrote it on a different program.

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Windy