The Crown's Obsession

The servant demon who stood outside the cell rooms with the parchment in his hand stared at the demon who had questioned him. "Where do you think you are?" he asked, raising one of his eyebrows in question.

Odin had other important things to do, as his master had already ordered him to get back to the Belmont castle once he was done collecting all the level one demons as well as the demons who were born in the living world. While he also had to drag the other souls who had rooms reserved for them in the underworld.

When he started to walk, the demon who had questioned him a moment ago glared at him, "Let me out of here! I need to go back right this instance!"

Samuel doubted this was a dream, and he continued to grip his hands on the iron bars as if the metal rods would bend if he would put more strength into it and he would be able to step out of this hideous animal-like cage. There was no way he was dead! Just because he had killed Lucy, it didn't mean he was done! He had to kill Theodore!

He looked around the place where he noticed the dark corridor, and he started to yell, "What do you want? Tell me! I will see to it that your wishes are met," he tried to bargain with the fellow demon, who stood on the other side.

Odin stopped walking and stared at Samuel, "Shut up," he said in a dull voice.

This only angered Samuel. He had no idea where he was, and when he began to speak, Odin snapped his fingers. In the next second, both Samuel's arms were ripped apart from his body again, and he screamed in pain. He fell on the ground, writhing in pain.

"I told you to shut up, didn't I? You are here because you have been very very bad. Master will see you and the rest later," stated Odin, and when he snapped his fingers, he disappeared, leaving a crackle of a spark behind.

"S-somebody contact Greyson!" Samuel said through gritted teeth.

"It is not possible," said another demon, who was three cells away from where Samuel was. There was a tinge of nervousness and fear as the person spoke.

Samuel tried to look at the people who were on his left and right side of the cells and then in the opposite direction,where he sensed the air thick with some of the demons' fear. In pain, he had fallen on the ground, and he gasped for air.

The same demon who had spoken out said, "We aren't in the living world anymore. This is Hell."

"That's not possible!" denied another demon, who had been born in the living world. "Us demons cannot come here. The Devil has not appeared in centuries. We have been killed to be reborn again! Greyson controls Hell and its exits-"

Soon an empty cell filled itself with a new person in it, and everyone leaned over to see who it was. For every few minutes, the cell rooms in this place had been getting filled one after another with demons and other people who had committed sins in the living world.

When the demon stepped forward, confused and his eyes wide, they noticed the person to be Walter, and Samuel now frowned. This couldn't be happening! Thought Samuel to himself and his mind started to panic.

Another demon slowly whispered, "The person who was here was the Devil's servant. The Devil is back…"

Back in the living world, in the Hawthrone castle, silence slowly fell in the corridors and the grounds of the castle, leaving just the scent of blood to drift in the air.

Theodore, who had finished killing the last of the demons whom he could get his hands on, started to look for Calhoun to find him next to Madeline in the corridor. When he reached where they were, his eyes widened at the sight of the person who laid motionless on the cold floor. No, this was not supposed to happen, he thought in his mind.

He had made sure to see her safety first before he had left her side to deal with the intruders in the castle. Blood covered Lucy's body that belonged to her, and her eyes continued to turn hollow.

Theodore asked, "What happened here?" anger and confusion in his voice.

"It was Samuel!" replied Ethan as he limped towards them, blood trailing behind him as he moved.

"Bastard!" Theodore's hands turned into fists, wanting to look for him, but Calhoun said,

"He's dead. Samuel is dead."

Theodore had not foreseen this. The last thing he had expected was for Lucy to die, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He had always tried to save her, to keep her safe so that no harm would fall on her, but she had ended up getting caught in the crossfire. It was as if death was crossed with her for escaping the first time and had eventually caught up to her. But he refused to believe it.

Everyone was in shock and pain, grief in their hearts over Lucy's death.

His blood boiled at the thought that Samuel had dared to kill Lucy, someone who had done nothing but meant happiness for people around her. There were two deep wounds near her stomach, and he closed his eyes. The pain she must have gone through and he didn't even know...

Theodore slowly sat down next to Lucy's body, looking at her face that now looked frozen. The scent of blood was heavy in the air, one that belonged to her. They had to fix things, and she was yet to tell him that she had forgiven him for pushing her away in the past.

He brought his hand near her head, brushing her hair as if she were alive, and he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Please don't go, whispered Theodore to her in his mind.