57. The Queen is coming home.

"Of course, it's me; who did you expect? The damn Pope?" The man sitting on the throne laughed coldly. His appearance was nowhere close to the usual, yet he wasn't unrecognizable. Deimos shivered in disgust, wondering how the Hell, the one creature he hated the most, could sit on the throne he deserved. Everything was given to him on a silver plate- whatever he wanted, he got it, unlike Deimos. Unlike the person who had to lie, kill, and manipulate to get this close. Way too close to end up being thrown to the start line. Right now, his life reminded a lousy game of circus- as soon as he threw the dice, he landed on a damn ladder area, dropping down as if he didn't achieve a thing.

"Perhaps the Pope would be a better candidate, who knows. Should I give him a call and announce that he has won a lottery, and his prize would be the throne of the Underworld?" Deimos chuckled, wondering how far he could go before the creature lost whatever patience he still held. It's funny how life played with him- even when he tried to be the good guy, he couldn't reach his goals. It didn't matter what he did- all his hopes and dreams would be shattered sooner or later.

"Yeah, yeah, shut your mouth and drop on your knees, be a good bitch same as your daddy is. I don't care how big of a mouth you have- learn some respect, boy, or you might have to kiss your precious life goodbye. I can't recall the last moment when I showered in blood, and I wouldn't let a chance as such slip away." The beast laughed, extending his arm and pointing his palm at Deimos, dragging it down. As his hand moved, the male dropped on his knees as if he had no control over his body. Of course, how could he forget the unique power the Underworld ruler possessed?

"You might have power over my body, you can push me on knees as much as you want, but fucker like you will never be the true leader in my eyes! I will never submit to your superiority!" Deimos screamed at the figure, his eyes burning in hatred. No matter what, even if he faced Death- the male wouldn't give up.

"Oh, look who's a kinky little bastard. And here I was, thinking of you as a prude, how wrong of me. Don't worry; I'm not such a big fan of a blow job; I won't push you on your knees. I won't spank you into submission either unless you want me to. I swear, I wouldn't believe it if someone told me that you could find snowflakes around here." His words pissed off Deimos even more; the male tried to struggle against the hold. He would attack the arrogant fucker, if he had the chance, even if it meant that Deimos signed his own death sentence.

"Son, calm down; you have no idea how old and powerful that man is. He could kill you faster than you can blink." His father whispered, holding his eyes averted to the ground. Unlike Deimos, the older male knew what respect meant. He did try to find a way to avoid the true ruler taking back his throne, but if there wasn't anything they could use against him, a weak spot- there was nothing they could do.

"Yeah, listen to daddy, bitch." The shadow moved, slowly getting closer to the kneeling men.

Deimos didn't have anything to say; for now, he was defeated, but he had to stay quiet if he wanted to win in the nearest future. His father and Lord Fenrir tensed, noticing how close the creature stood to their bodies. It was quite funny how three powerful, grown men couldn't defeat one. Deimos wasn't very bright when anything connected to war might be a topic- unfortunately for him, the creature didn't need armies to defeat his enemies. He was the army.

"Isn't this funny? Your balls were big enough to sneak up to my mate just a while ago and try abusing your power. What if we cut them off to make sure that you won't repeat the stunt anymore? Such a miserable attempt to get whatever doesn't belong to you. Poor boy, sure your daddy, right here, wouldn't be the proudest parent ever." Darius grabbed the male's hair and yanked his head up, laughing in his face.

It was terrible enough for Deimos to see the deadly sin on the throne, but now he kept challenging the male. As if sin wanted to fight, as if he went there to start a blood bath, yet wouldn't attack first.

"Fuck you, Wrath!" Deimos growled, struggling against whatever power held him down. The more male struggled, the more painful it became, soon reminding the feeling of hot silver burning the skin.

"Wrath? S-since when? D-did you?" Fenrir stuttered, looking up at the amused man, who threw him off the throne.

"Exactly, for a while now, actually. My dear friend, Selene, isn't such a bitch as we thought; she seems to have a particular liking towards me. Not. As to if I did- I know what you're trying to ask, and without no regret at all, my answer is yes. I value you as a friend, Fenrir, but consider this your own fault. Why, you might ask? Well, if you didn't spoil the little Gabe as much, he might know that there are limits he shouldn't cross. For example- arriving at my mate's parent's home and demanding a woman who isn't his. If only he wouldn't be such a brat, I might spare his life, but no- he had to show off. Look at this as experience- if you have another fucking child, make sure the damn thing won't touch what isn't theirs. Speaking of which..." Darius turned his face back to Deimos; a sick grin plastered all over his lips.

He extended his claw, watching how the razor-sharp nails appeared above his hand. If someone had to find the most deadly weapon ever known- it would be the vengeful monster, planning yet another attack as the men knelt in front of him. Darius never liked to waste time, even though he had more than plenty- he still held its value, especially when his mate was a mortal being. With one swift move, Darius grabbed Deimos' hand and cut off his pointer finger. The blood oozed out of injury, making Deimos scream in the unexpected pain. His father watched over what was happening with pure terror in his eyes- what had his son done to deserve such a thing?

"Now, little red, tell me which finger goes next? You touched her, your fucking dirty hands grabbed on her pure body, and I'm here to remind you that you shouldn't as much as think of touching what is mine. Let alone actually do it." Darius spoke through gritted teeth, fascinated by the scent and color of blood. It was his weakness, the one thing which drove him crazy.

Deimos shook his head, unable to speak up. He wanted to stop the monster, yet not a word would leave his lips, his body and mind overtaken by the torturous pain. Deep down, the male knew that nothing would stop Wrath. Perhaps Ally could, but they were on bad terms, so she shouldn't be anywhere near. The thought of Princess was all Deimos needed to hit back; he would use the young woman against his tormentor.

Deimos sucked in a deep breath and let out a bitter laugh, confusing everyone around him. The male smirked as he spoke: "Must feel like shit, doesn't it? Having a precious little mate after all those years of waiting just to end up as a loser from the very beginning. How does it feel, huh? Knowing that your mate can't stand your guts because of your cheating habits? I bet her face is a view to see- poor Ally, left alone and miserable, sinking in her own tears. Boo-hoo, ain't you a monster," the male choked out, laughing even louder. His father kept bumping into his side, trying to prevent his only son from going straight for Death, but Deimos wouldn't move a muscle or shut up. He didn't care how many more fingers he could lose, nor how fast the beast would kill him- it was payback time, even if he would hurt the monster with words alone.

"Funny that you mentioned her- feels pretty fucking great. My poor little mate is asleep, wrapped in my bedsheets, with a huge fucking mark all over her neck. Want to see mine? She left a pretty little bite on mine too, you know- to turn the tables and everyone would see that the Princess claimed her man. Since you're so damn involved in our private matters, I have to admit- she fucks like a Goddess." Darius grinned, watching how the male's face paled.

If there was one thing, Deimos didn't expect- it was for them to come to good terms. So even if he did reach the temple in time, he would still lose. Once again, he ended up as a loser, no matter what he did. And now, since he already spoke about Ally, mocking Wrath and literally exposing himself- the next step was death.

"T-that's impossible," he stuttered, refusing to accept whatever words left the deadly sins' lips. Wrath was there to toy with him, nothing more or less.

Instead of cutting off another finger or slitting the male's throat, Wrath let go of his hand and yanked his head up again. He placed his hand on the neckline of his shirt and yanked it down a little, exposing the Royal mating mark on his neck. Darius enjoyed the look on his face more than the precious screams of agony; the look of disbelief in his eyes was priceless. How could someone be so stupid? He had the proof right in front of his eyes, yet he still struggled to accept the fact.

"Pretty, isn't it? Bet you'd kill for one," Darius laughed. His main intention wasn't to kill Deimos; for now, the male was his new toy. He would love to show off his chambers of torture- all the silver, spikes, chains, and torture devices screamed Deimos' name, but the deadly sin couldn't waste much time. He had promised his mate to avoid the possibility of getting back home covered in blood, and he would hold the promise, primarily because of the high risk of her being pregnant. Darius left hundreds of his men around the temple, ensuring that his mate stays safe no matter what. If she carried his child- he wouldn't allow anyone to get closer than a hundred feet, even when he was around himself. As monstrous and vile as the male was- he loved Ally, and he would do anything to protect his little family.

"She will leave you anyway, sooner or later, she will. Ally is a fucking Princess; she won't settle for a vile murderer. She needs a Royalty, someone who knows how to lead life instead of fucking killing any other person they don't like. She will want a family, do you really expect her to give you a child, if she knows that the child can turn out just like its father, huh? I've known her for a while- she is gentle and caring; she is everything you are not. Ah, should I add the fact that the Royals will never accept you as well? You might have marked her, she might have marked you, and you might have gone through the mating process, but she's not there to stay. She will leave your miserable ass as soon as a better option comes around; just wait and see." Deimos spat in Wrath's face, feeling like a winner. If he wasn't strong enough to defeat him in a battle- at least he would win over a wordy argument.

The male didn't notice how Wrath slit his throat until blood oozed down, all over his chest. Deimos tried to breathe, yet all he could do was cough blood with a great effort. If he ever thought about a fight with Wrath- he never assumed that the male could kill him that easily, with a smile on his lips. Wrath leaned closer, whispering the last words Deimos would hear before his body shut down: "That's why I impregnated her, she's carrying a little deadly sin, we're doing great, no need to worry."

Darius stepped back, content with his doings. Fenrir still stared into one spot, unable to register that his long time friend was one to kill his son. Up until now, he knew that a deadly sin killed Gabriel, yet he had no idea that it's the same person as the man he trusted. Deimos' father stared at his son's limp body, shocked by how fast the young male kissed his life goodbye. Perhaps, if Deimos wouldn't act like this, if only he kept quiet- the young male would be alive. Everyone kept silent; the only sound which would be heard was Darius, walking around and happily humming a melody.

"Guards, take these two to their apartments and clean this shit up. I need women to decorate this fucking place or at least make it a little brighter; the Queen is coming home."