The Tripartite Mate Bond Chapter 142: CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO

I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room and I nearly screamed in frustration and anger. I was back in this hellhole, again!

“Look who we have here, haha!” A familiar voice said from my back. He didn't even bother dimming the lights for me anymore and it made sense.

The experience was no longer new to me and this time, his angry face showed me that I'd overstayed my welcome even though I'd just gotten here.

“Hello Bez,” I greeted the impossibly tall man with a perfect face. I can't believe someone this beautiful had such a wicked heart.

“Missed me? I certainly haven't but my father? Oh he's been crazy about you ever since you left him in the middle of a raging hard on,” he roared with insidious laughter.

“Look, I'm not going to cause any trouble for you okay? Just send me to wherever you need to,” I replied, honestly tired as I didn't have any reason to plead for him to send me back home.

I'll definitely miss my dragon, my mates, my park and everyone I've made a connection with in the past year. It seemed like I'd been sleeping for the past twenty years of my life and then I began to experience everything in one year. Everything was happening and most of them not even good.

So I was tired, frustrated and sad. So if he wanted to send me to the depths of hell, I really didn't care anymore. Hopefully, he sends me to where my baby is so I can get the chance to be the mother I was deprived of while being alive.

“That's odd, why would I do that?” He asks, folding his hand while staring at me with a smile.

“I really don't have anything to go back to apart from my dragon and she'll be better off without me anyway so no need,” I replied sadly.

Deep inside me, I was apprehensive. Whatever he wanted to do needed to be done quickly before his crazy ass father got wind of my presence here and decided he wanted a pound of my flesh. I wasn't serving.

“I would have loved to do that because honestly, I'm tired of all your troubles. Like I said, you're so fucking hot and not in a condescending way but you're not worth all that trouble, okay? And I've changed so it isn't even going to give me the joy it should. But I no longer have the powers to send anybody wherever, I'm just guarding the gates,” he shrugged.

“Wait, what do you mean you're no longer in charge? What happened and who's in charge now?”

“Geez, calm down woman. My father and I decided to stop hurting people's souls and he wanted back on the action cause he was too angry after you left him high and dry so thousands of women have been suffering while you were frolicking around the earth, living,” he said in an accusatory tone.

“Are you really blaming me for your father's demonic behavior?” I bellowed, not liking his insinuation one bit.

I already had enough guilt on my shoulders and I wasn't about to add anything else to it, especially one that wasn't mine.

Suddenly, the brightly lit portal room turned red and the god of Limbo appeared in his full majestic regalia or whatever it was he was trying to achieve with the oversized golden tunic that had intricate patterns on it and a black crown that matched his shoes.

“I knew I was gonna have a great day the moment I woke up today,” he grinned devilishly, walking to where I stood with his son.

As he approached, I backtracked, the fear that had been lurched in my stomach the moment I opened my eyes to this night spreading all across my entire frame.

“Look, we don't have to do this, okay? Just send me to hell and be done with me, okay?” I begged.

He laughed so hard that we began wondering if he had gone nuts

“Dad?” Bez gently prodded and the man stood upright from his stooped one, his howling coming to an abrupt stop.

“Tell me something, son. Since the beginning and end of your reign as king of Limbo, has anyone ever begged you to send them to hell?” He asked Bed, a smirk plastered on his face, making the white beards appear sinister.

“No Dad,”

“But look at this bitch, begging to be sent to hell because she knows she's going to be tortured better down in hell than what she'll go through at my hand because my revenge is hotter than the depths of Hades’s abode, funny isn't it?” He asked, pointing at me.

He was still a few feet away from me but I was cornered so even if he was a mile away, where would I run to? This was his mansion, his cabal and I was a tiny mouse that he could chew out if he so desired.

I realized I couldn't even cry anymore, my tears had already dried out a long time ago. What a sad life I'd lived.

“I understand Dad but don't you think it's best to just send her off as quickly as possible? We have the convention to get ready for. No need to incur the wrath of Zeus because of the girl,” Bez said and I realized he had actually changed as he had said earlier.

But I doubt that would be enough to save me from his father who at the end of his son's words flew to where I stood, grabbing my neck and we both screamed, shocked at different things.

I rubbed my neck, the spot he had grabbed so roughly hurting immensely while he blew his hand, screaming profanities while Bez and I looked at him in confusion.

“Get me water you imbecile!” He screamed at a guard standing at the entrance and the innocent guy scampered off, probably wondering what had gotten into his master.

“Dad, what's wrong? You seem like you're in pain,” Bez asked, cautiously going closer to him.

“Get away from her, she's a witch!” He shouted, dragging Bez away from where he stood.

The difference wasn't even that much, he was already closer to him than me, but I guess he wanted the reassurance that I wasn't going to do the same thing to him.

“You're acting really weird, just say what happened. What do you need water for?” He insisted, as his Dad took the glass and dipped his hands into it, the sizzling sound horrific to hear.

“She wants to go to hell, right? Send her back. You still have a little bit of the power in you, I didn't take everything,” he instructed a more confused looking Bez.

“Wait, you don't want your revenge anymore?” He asked, stupefied.

“Don't be dumb, the bitch just burnt me without even saying the incantations so I'm sure she'll get enough punishment in hell,” he growled and brought out his hand from the tumbler which he threw at the guard angrily. “Get me a bucket of water, you fool!’ he screamed at the poor guy who ran out.

As the scene unfolded in front of me, a funny feeling spread through me. I'd always escaped this realm with some sort of external help right before they hurt me so I've never been able to test my powers here.

I didn't even know they worked here but now that I think about it, the fire wasn't in my flesh, my flesh was just a conduit, the real thing was in my soul. So considering that my soul was here and my body somewhere in the depths of the Blue Lake, that was why this sick bastard's fingers burned as he touched me.

A smile gradually spread across my face.

“Doesn't he need to touch me to do that, though?” I asked sweetly, an excitement I couldn't take bubbling out of me.

I took a step closer to the two people who had made me feel so helpless that I carried the fear back to real life and I saw fear begin to crawl into their face.

I didn't run from the rush of excitement that spread through me at the thought of putting this sad excuse of a king through the hell he'd sent many people to and worse kept them trapped here for his evil games.

I lit a flame on my forefinger, a wicked look on my face.

“You don't want to send me to hell anymore? Heaven? Earth?” I taunted, walking towards them as they kept stepping backwards in fear.

“Look, Aurora, we can talk about this, okay? Let's just show you how it works and you can choose where to go,” Bez gushed out, scared for his life.

“Bez, get away from him,” I commanded, not wanting to deal with him yet.

“Why? He's my son, he has to protect me from a lunatic like you!” The terrified King tried shouting at me but he ended up sounding like a whining child.

“Bez, it's up to you. I'm the one with the fire here, hm?” I asked the guy.

He looked between me and his father and to the god’s shock, Bez stepped away gradually.

“Sorry, you weren't really the best Dad so losing my life for you makes no sense. You should understand, you're inherently selfish,” Bez said as he ran to my side.

“You made a good choice. Now go get busy helping those women regain their freedom, your father and I have an unfinished business,” as I began pooling as much lava from my core as possible, my mind filled with the plans to make this arsehole scream louder than ever.