The Black mansion was full of people like every day. The estate never saw a dull day with servants running everywhere and people coming to Charles for help. People would line up before him for favors since Charles put on a good show for the public. Nobody knew what was happening under the wraps.
Azazel woke up in his thoughts; ever since he returned from the trip, his thoughts were full of her. Little Athena occupied his mind like a plague, and he needed to find her if he wanted to be sane. He walked to his father’s study. “Dad,” he called him. A sharp noise caught Azazel’s attention; Charles dropped the cup of coffee he held in his hand; he was shocked to hear his son call him. His son hadn’t spoken to anyone in 6 years, not even a word or a bit of anything. He closed himself off and shut his family off like they were carrying a disease. He would communicate through writing. He would only come out of his room for training sessions and fights.They took him to several counseling sessions, but no doctor helped him. Charles and Olivia had spent thousands of dollars on speech therapies and tests. Initially, they thought something was wrong with his throat, maybe an injury or some kind of infection, but all the tests returned negative.Not even a single doctor worldwide could bring out the words in him. They weren’t even close to figuring out the cause of his muteness. Ultimately, they concluded that there was nothing wrong with his throat, that his ability not to speak was related to his mind, not to his throat. The doctors gave up trying to get him to speak, and they concluded that he was selectively mute and concluded that he would talk when he felt like it or when his anxiety reduced.His parents, friends, and even his siblings tried to get him to say something but to no avail. He would be quiet with zero response.“Azazel?” his father walked over to Azazel, hugging him tight in happiness. His eyes reddened with tears. He couldn’t believe his son had spoken after a really long time.“Olivia” he yelled. Olivia, Tristan, and Narcissa came running into their father’s steady. “What happened, Dad?” Azazel spoke, stunning everyone around him. They seemed lost for words. One by one, they hugged him tightly, feeling happiness surging through their veins. All these years were painful for the family as well. They didn’t sleep a wink as they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. His selective mutism stole nights from them.“Mom?” Azazel called Olivia. She ran to him in one lunge and held Azazel’s cheeks. “You finally decided to speak, son?” she was tearing up. He just nodded.“I just” he was about to say something but stopped. “I don’t want to speak, mom,” he stopped at that.“I just thought I would” he found it difficult to form words; he thought that after meeting Athena, he would be able to talk clearly, he felt his words would surface without bounds, but when it came to speaking, he couldn’t. His speech was still haltered, and his mind was still chaotic. “Perhaps, only she brings out the best in you,” Azazel’s inner self reasoned with him.“Brother,” Tristan hugged him tightly, “I was waiting for this moment again. You have no idea how hard it was for us to see you like that,” he teared up. Azazel wanted to say something, but again he couldn’t form words.He wanted to ask his dad to find his little doll, but with his family around him, he couldn’t ask a thing; he wanted them to leave to talk to his father. But they transfixed themselves, waiting for Azazel to speak further. Seeing that he wasn’t saying a word, they left the room to give him some space.“What is it, Son?” Charles motioned Azazel to sit in the chair before him. Azazel fumbled with his fingers. His anxiety was crippling at times. He closed his eyes and remembered her breathtaking smile. He slowly opened his eyes. “I want a doll, dad,” Azazel blurted out, stunning Charles. “A doll?” Charles’s expression marred confusion and distaste for Azazel’s words.“Yes, dad, a doll. Not any ordinary doll. A doll with purple eyes, dark hair, and a beautiful smile” Azazel remembered every single feature of her face.“What is with this doll? You are a man Azazel. What are you going to do with a doll? I thought you would be asking for a gun or arsenal” Charles couldn’t believe his son was asking for a fucking doll.“I want this doll, dad,” he reaffirmed again. Charles sighed in defeat.“Well, I suppose we could ask Narcissa’s toy maker to make one for you” Charles sat back on his desk chair, calling Narcissa’s toy maker.“No” Azazel yelled.Charles put his phone down. “You can’t get this doll in the market. This is a human doll”, Azazel yelled in frustration. “This is a human doll,” he repeated.“Huh? I don’t understand a single thing. A human doll?” Charles wasn’t sure what Azazel was implying. Azazel inhaled a deep breath, calming himself down because his thoughts were making him restless and anxious, and he was rattled and unable to control his emotions.“I saw a girl in Greece; I want her” Azazel started pacing back and forth to compose himself.“Well, what is her name then?” Charles was not okay that the first thing his son asked after not speaking for a long time was about a girl. But he didn’t say that to his son, as he might lose his voice again, this time maybe forever; his elective muteness had already started to spark a debate in his world. He dismissed them as rumors; the families of the underworld didn’t want someone who couldn’t speak to be the head of their domain.“I don’t know her name, dad, but I want her,” Azazel passed an ultimatum. Charles sighed, “Fine, son, I will see what I can do” Charles smiled and hugged him. Azazel’s happiness knew no bounds. He was still beaming when they heard a voice.“Daddy,” Narcissa jumped into her father’s lap, hugging her father and brother tightly.“Zae, you speak,” Narcissa chirped.He chuckled, “I think so” Azazel ruffled Narcissa’s hair. Narcissa was their darling daughter, whom the brothers immensely loved and adored; they wouldn’t let a single scratch fall on her body. She was Charles’s princess. Most families saw daughters as liability, but Charles saw her as a harbinger of luck; he loved her and would do anything for her. The last nine years were nothing but lucky—Narcissa’s birth brought them happiness, both in business and the mafia.“Let’s go have something,” Charles carried his little girl to the table, taking Azazel with them. Olivia came in, serving the dishes. She would kiss Azazel on his cheeks occasionally. The light on her face was bright and visible now that her son had begun to return to normal.“Blanche called; she asked us to come over for dinner tomorrow night; they are organizing a party for Sophie’s birthday,” she filled each of their plates with food.“Sure, we can all go. I am sure Azazel and Tristan would get to spend some time with Arthur” Charles smiled, looking at his son. He also wanted to debunk doubts the mafia world had regarding Azazel’s muteness. Charles knew Azazel had it in him; he had seen since Azazel was nine that he was very assertive and authoritative. He was proud of Azazel and the efforts he put into his training. How he aced, all his tests proved that Azazel would be the one taking over his empire from him.Azazel said nothing, “Son,” Olivia called, looking hopeful.“Yes, mom, I will go” Azazel fisted his thigh underneath the table and spoke. He was getting a grip on controlling his anxiety.The following day they all got ready to visit the Dubois’ mansion. Azazel was nervous, digging his nails into his thighs to get a hold of himself. He is still not okay with being with people, but this must be done if he wants to make his father proud. He has to change if he wants to care for his brother and little sister.The Dubois mansion was decorated beautifully. Rupert and Blanche did not spare any costs in making their mansion look regal. Azazel walked in with his brother and sister on the side. Rupert walked to the entrance greeting Olivia and Charles.“You spared no expense, did you, Rupert?” Charles shook Rupert’s hands.“Anything for our little princess,” Rupert returned the handshake. And as a cue, Sophie ran to her father’s side, hugging his legs and eyeing Azazel shyly. At the same time, Azazel showed no effort toward Sophie because his gaze was stuck on someone behind them.He couldn’t believe his eyes. There his doll was, helping someone with a little kid in her hands; he wondered how she ended up there. He was looking at her, and her only oblivious to his father’s eyes on him.Charles followed Azazel’s eyes, seeing a girl. “Who is that little girl?” Charles asked Rupert. Everyone turned their eyes toward Athena.Blanche fumbled, “she is my sister’s daughter, they recently died in an accident, so I am taking care of her,” Blanche clung to Rupert’s arms.“I see” Charles understood that this was the girl Azazel was talking about.Athena was put on party duty today; she arranged everything for Sophie’s birthday, anything she could contribute. She didn’t want to have food without working.Azazel walked over to Athena, with Sophie behind him nagging and bugging him, but before he could reach her, Tristan introduced himself to Athena, “Hi, I am Tristan; you wanna be my friend?” Tristan asked the unsure Athena.But the girl being friendliest of all, responded, “I am Athena, and yes, I will be your friend,” she introduced herself, smiling at Tristan.Azazel fisted his hands to the side. But he didn’t say anything because Tristan was his little brother. He didn’t like that she was smiling at someone other than him; her smile should be only for him and him only. Tristan was smiling at Athena when a furious Azazel ran behind him. His jealousy replaced his obsession for her, “Why are you talking to her?” he yanked Tristan back. “We don’t talk to maids and orphans” Azazel purposefully hit her where it hurt.Athena, who was lost talking to Tristan, didn’t notice when Azazel came by. She remembered the boy from that place. She thought he was supposed to be sweet, but why was he angry now? The little one had no clue. She never imagined he would say hurtful words to her; she felt sad, but wasn’t it the truth? She is an orphan. She is standing in her family members’ house, yet she is an orphan.Tristan pouted, “Don’t be mean, brother, she is nice” Tristan touched Athena’s dark hair.This made Azazel growl, “Don’t touch her; she is in maid’s uniform” Azazel started dragging Tristan away."I am old enough to decide for myself, brother” Tristan pulled his arm out of Azazel’s hold.“It’s okay, Tristan, go with your brother,” Athena said, trying to hold herself back from her tears. Azazel was stunned to hear her response. He felt terrible for insulting her but seeing his brother talking to Athena made him angry; jealousy took over, and his mouth wasn’t in control. At that moment, his anxiety and nervousness all took the back burner, bringing the envy out; if someone else had been in his brother’s position, he would’ve killed them.“You are mean,” Narcissa pushed Azazel behind, “she is my friend from today” she stood in support of Athena. “You won’t talk to her like that,” she folded her hands, standing as a shield before Athena. Seeing the entire little village gang up on him, Azazel left that spot, seething.He ran to his dad, “I wanna talk to you, dad,” Azazel said. His business associates locked eyes with Azazel, and he stood firm, eliminating doubts about his muteness.“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Charles followed his son.“What is it, son?” Charles asked Azazel.“My doll from Greece is here; she is the one Blanche told you about,” he said, wiping his tears.“Don’t cry, Son” Charles always forbode his sons from crying, asserting his views on toxic masculinity.“I want her; I want my doll; she made me talk; I only talked because of her” he tossed a chair next to him on the ground, breaking it into million pieces. His anger issues increased when he couldn’t speak.“She is a fucking orphan son; she had nobody. You don’t even know what kind of father she had or what blood is running down her veins. How the fuck can she be your queen? I want someone as flawless as you to be with you. I want your wife to have a name and position, not some nobody without parents and a single penny to her name. Besides, they plan to marry her to an old hag to save themselves when she is older”. Charles tried calming his son down.“They only keep her for publicity and to win the elections.” He saw Azazel losing it. He cannot risk it now; he needs to be as strong as ever, especially when his enemies are charging at him for power, trying to trample him down. So, an evil plan formed in his mind to coax his son.“Fine, son. You can have her when she is old enough for you, take her as your mistress, do whatever you want. It is not like there will be anyone to ask about her. You can do whatever you want with her”, Charles smirked.“No, I want to marry her” Azazel’s determination knocked the socks off of Charles.“Are you fucking crazy?” Charles yelled.“Do I look like I am dad?” Azazel showed his cocky attitude challenging his father.Charles rubbed his hand down his face trying to calm himself down. “Don’t give me that cocky attitude, Azazel” he wasn’t okay with the disrespect, and he already hated the girl. She was the reason his son was fighting with him. The son who always looked up to him was fighting with him for her.“I will end her if you do it, son. I will take everything away from you, you will be a nobody, and I will kill Athena” Azazel’s jaw dropped to the floor. His anger simmered down like a stove switched off. He couldn’t believe that his father was threatening him.“But, dad,” he tried to convince him.“She is a fucking orphan, Azazel,” he yelled again. “I will not have you tarnish my family name by marrying a fucking nobody. What will the world say?” Charles’s anger was getting bigger by the second, and Azazel’s gaze dropped.He sighed, “Be a good boy and do as I say. Maybe I will let you have her when you grow up,” Charles smirked. Azazel wasn’t sure what his dad meant, but he nodded in absentmindedness.“You will marry the girl of my choice and keep that girl as a mistress or a side chick, whatever it is. But you need to keep her secret or do whatever you want with her,” he squeezed Azazel’s shoulders.Azazel heard the answer he wanted; he was satisfied that she would be his. Little did he know how wrong Charles’s expectations would be; he underestimated his son’s obsessive desire for that orphan girl, unknowing that she would take his heart and kingdom, not as his queen, but as his king.Please like, comment, and do follow me
The party was in full swing, and Sophie was treated as the princess, but her eyes would only get stuck on Azazel. She would irritate him to play with her, and stand next to her, sing and dance with her, but he did not give two fucks about Sophie, for his attention was solely on the girl who was showing her brother to her friends. “Why are his cheeks so squishy?” Narcissa squished Cleon’s cheeks, and she was obsessed with Cleon. The little boy looked like a doll to her, “are his cheeks always this squishy?” Narcissa took little Cleon from Athena’s arms. Athena was worried that Narcissa might drop him. On the other hand, the little boy was thrilled with the attention he was getting. Cleon licked Narcissa’s cheeks, “Eww, slobber,” Narcissa handed little Cleon over to Athena, making everyone laugh. Narcissa hugged Athena, “Don’t feel bad, Thena; I will always be your best friend. My brother is mean, Tristan and I good, Azazel recently learned to talk,” Narcissa blurted out in one go, kis
Athena’s life remained the same; she would come home and care for her brother, and all the days stress dissipated when she saw him. Her life had only two things, school and her brother. She wanted to give him everything her parents would’ve given them if they were alive. She took him to birthdays and parties as much as she could. She had given him everything in her power, as the girl did not want her brother to miss anything. She had given him all his love and more if she had. And just like that, 12 years of her life went by. In all these years, she had grown used to Blanche’s taunts, no matter how harsh they were, sometimes Blanche did step out of the line and humiliated her, but Athena had no choice other than to bear it. She questioned many times why a person would hate another person so much. Sophie’s attitude and nasty remarks were salt in the wound. Sophie became a successful singer who turned exceptionally beautiful with age, and with the support of her family, she was nearly
Somewhere on the West Coast of the US “He was the one laundering our money, boss,” Ethan placed phone calls and text evidence before his boss along with employee ID, whose back was away from him, looking down at the city. The boss stood inside a tall, high-rise building in his office. His hair was messy; his silky shirt was rolled up to his sleeves, making the veins on his forearms and hand prominent; a light purple vest lay on top of his soft white shirt with two buttons open, and a chain was dangling in his neck. The chain had a little discolored ring tucked carefully inside the human skull. Nobody would think a rich guy would wear a piece of no value closer to his heart, but to him, that ring is more valuable than his damn life. He was tall and beautifully built; he was more than an attractive guy, and he knew that. He oozed dominance and a dark aura, something sinister. His taut muscles were proof of his great diet and gym habits. He had a vast build making the people around him
“Let’s go,” Cissy dragged Athena to her car. They both descended the steps when Blanche stopped them. “Cissy?” Blanche’s voice made Narcissa clench her fists, “Why don’t you go with Sophie today?” the question was directed to Narcissa, but her eyes were on Athena, who was standing there. The girl was not timid; she did fight her battles alone. She eyed Blanche, too. Both were fighting with eyes, but neither said a word. Blanche’s eyes held a certain threat that Athena sensed, and Blanche had an evil smirk. Athena understood where this would go. “I will take the bus, Cissy. I think you should go with Sophie,” she turned to Narcissa, widening Blanche’s smirk. “Soph,” Sophie came running down, dragging Narcissa into the car without giving anyone a chance to explain. Soon, they both took off. “Good to know that you ain’t a dumb whore, Athena,” Blanche smiled, stepping closer to Athena. She stepped back, “Getting closer to Cissy won’t get you anywhere; remember this,” Blanche’s voice h
The Black and Dubois mansions were preparing for Azazel’s arrival and engagement. Everyone was excited. Sophie was the happiest of all. Her life goal was to marry Azazel since she saw him. Athena, as usual, had no feelings about anything happening there. She knew they wouldn’t want her there, so she decided to head out with her boyfriend. Nevin planned an outing in a small village nearby since he missed her birthday. She liked Nevin. Does she love him? She had no idea. He was one of Tris’s friends who proposed to her last year. Initially, she didn’t want to accept it but had to settle with someone. Besides, she wanted to have a family of hers someday. She got ready in a floor-length burgundy gown; she loved floor-length outfits; they made her feel happy like a fictional princess. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. “Athena,” she heard Sophie call. She halted in her steps, “Yes,” Athena turned around. “Can you please help me?” Sophie called her in the politest voice Athena
Athena ran toward Azazel with a smile, and he was ready to embrace her, but the girl ran past him, hugging a man behind Azazel. He couldn’t believe himself; disappointment was all over his face when the girl ran past him. Her back grabbed his attention, and he could see nothing but her long hair past her buttocks. He turned his head to her, and she noticed she had embraced a man. The man immediately hugged Athena, much to Azazel’s disapproval. Azazel’s jaw clenched to the point that it produced the sound of teeth pulverizing. The man she touched was bathing in happiness, which Azazel hated to the core, and he wanted to rip him off her and punish her for touching him. His chain of thoughts broke when Olivia called Azazel. He reluctantly turned his head, tearing his gaze away from her. It was for everyone’s good. One more minute, he looked at her, he would cause a massive mayhem. “Let’s go, it’s time,” Olivia dragged him away. Charles and Olivia knew whom he was looking at; Olivia ey
A sharp sound on her feet brought her from the trance. The glass piece in her hand didn’t move, nor did she. The girl had no perception of events as if her space-time continuum had been altered. She looked around and realized what had just happened, and the earlier events flashed in her mind like a projector projecting pictures. She killed someone, but she didn’t kill Olivia, did she? was she sure? She doesn’t know anymore.She felt anxious again; the whole world saw her holding a sharp weapon and Olivia yelling that Athena was planning to kill her. It didn’t matter whether she tried; nobody would believe her now. Should she escape? She wondered. She doesn’t know anymore. Maybe her brother and friends would believe her. Will they?“Where is she?” she heard a voice, and she saw Narcissa walk in.“Cissy,” Athena called, but before she could even utter another sentence, she felt a sting on her cheek. It took several seconds for Athena to process what exactly happened, she was lost, and an
It was him; it was Azazel. Did she doubt it? Obviously not, but the optimist in her somehow hoped that she wouldn’t see him, but luck was never on her side, not now, not ever. Her luck ended with her parents. She lifted her head to face him; he stood taller, like a Hyperion in a field of dwarf willow. The forest’s silence was deadly, yet somehow, he looked deadlier. Athena gulped, “Please,” she was begging before she knew it. She hated begging him, but she would take begging over death anytime. “Oh, you will please me, princess, you will, but before that. Let’s, go talk, shall we?” he bent to hold her, but she started to crawl away the minute he bent down, anticipating his move. Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose, “I have enjoyed the chase, Raven, but now it is time to end this game,” he pulled her by her ankles, held her hand tight, and lifted her while she was still struggling, “Stop struggling,” he moved his hands to her waist, digging his nails there, but his words made Athena
“Capo,” a strong man strode into the hospital room, his eyes glinting with concern.“Sir is in critical condition. We don’t know what to do,” Elijah, the head of security for the German mafia, informed him, his voice heavy with worry. “He was beaten black and blue, and the hole in his voice made it difficult for him to talk. The doctor says it might take him forever to speak again. Rustom is dead, and most of our men are gone. The responsibility lies with you.”The 13-year-old boy, Alex Knight, sat weeping in the room's corner, his shoulders shaking with grief. He may have been young, but he had a commanding presence and a ruthless stature that belied his age.“Who did this?” he gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.“The French, we know that much,” Elijah replied, folding his hands solemnly.Alex’s bloodshot eyes widened with fury, and his fists clenched tightly. “I swear I will get my vengeance, and when I do, they will beg for mercy.” Elijah nodded in agreement. “We’ll
Everyone was invited to their wedding except the Black parents, Sophie and Blanche. Athena was pacing nervously in her room when someone knocked on the door, and she answered, “Come in,” when Narcissa walked in.“Cissy,” she hugged the girl.“How are you, Theia?” Cissy couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Athena looked in her wedding dress.“I am good. Where were you? We were so worried about you,” she sat on the ottoman before her vanity.“I found myself and love, too,” she winked. Athena looked bewildered.“Love?” disbelief coated her tone.“Yes, I will introduce her to you once you are done with your wedding,” she kissed Athena’s cheek. She was about to leave when Athena stopped her.“I am sorry for causing you pain, Cissy. If only I had known……” but Cissy stopped her.“Don’t worry about it, Athena. I am happy for you and my brother, and my adorable nieces and nephews, I love you all equally, and honestly, I should apologize for not trusting you,” she pinned her veil on her head.
Athena and Azazel hadn’t talked about their relationship much. Their relationship was evolving, but into what she didn’t know. She was sure that Athena had feelings for him, but to what extent? She couldn’t figure it out. “Athena,” Azazel yelled, coming home. “In here,” she replied, washing the milk bottles and setting them on the warmer. “Get ready. We are going out,” he turned her to his side. “No, Zae. We need to…” he silenced her by placing his fingers on her lips and closing them. “Not another word. You haven’t gone out since we had our little ones. Let’s go out, besides we have a village to watch, and you already pumped your milk,” he noticed the bottles on the counter. Knowing that there was no excuse, Athena gave in. She entered her bedroom and noticed a dress on the bed. She put on the outfit and put on some light makeup. Hearing the sound of heels, he turned around, and his heart skipped its beat. She looked ethereal in that georgette dress, “I look fat,” she adjusted t
After many months of speculations about what happened to Azazel Black, the world finally realized that he was alive. Since he was alive and well, his company was soaring, the stocks reaching the skies. The company celebrated, and so did the underworld. But there was no news of Hans anywhere, not in the business world or the underworld. He permanently cut ties with Olivia and Charles. After Tristan explained what they did to Cissy, he didn’t have it in his heart to call him his parents, they reached out to him, but he cut them off. As much as it hurt him to do it, he did not want his father to do the same things he did to him and his brother to his children. He wanted his children to become compassionate like her. He officially canceled his wedding with Sophie. The girl was furious and tried to blackmail him into doing what she wanted, but Azazel was ahead of her. He threatened to kill her career if she tried to disturb Athena or her family. He was still in touch with Arthur as he was
“Do you think I should come back?” Azazel asked, sipping his whiskey. “You should,” Tristan knew Azazel and Athena loved each other, but there was something holding them up from being together, he had seen both suffer being away from each other, and God knows they were stubborn. “Although if you come back, I hope she kills you. I am tired of your ass,” Tristan was eager to see Azazel getting ass whopped by Athena. “Do you think she will be angry with me?” Azazel had a worried look on his face. “Oh, I am sure she would end you, and I am so rooting for it,” his brother needs that for following this stupid plan. “Love makes people do things, Azazel. I have never seen you pine for anyone like this. If this isn’t screaming that you love her, I don’t know what does. And as for Athena, I have seen her try and eat flowers instead of apples. She is completely off focus,” Tristan remembered the times Athena forgot to focus and did things the wrong way. The girl put cabbage in the washing ma
Days were OK for her, but she felt the most sadness at night. It was her childhood all over again. But she wasn’t alone this time. She had her family, but his absence affected her the most. God took her parents and gave him to her, and now he took him away and gave her parents. She sat there and let the tears flow. Athena didn’t move out of her room. She still used the old space Azazel and her shared. This comforted her, as his scent was everywhere, particularly in his clothes. She stepped into the closet and took one of his jackets, hugging it close. She stood there, inhaling his scent. Another tear dropped when she heard a knock on the door. Wiping her tears, “Come in,” she announced to the person. Her mother walked inside. Looking at Athena standing there with a shirt, Iris sighed. “Penny for your thoughts?” Iris turned her daughter to her side. She formed her lips into a thin line and shook her head. “I am your mother, Theia, come here,” she opened her arms, and Athena ran into
A few months later..... Orange and terracotta hues of canopy lit the maple trees, announcing that autumn had hit her stride. The evening glow cast an orange hue on the beautiful path. The trees are blooming, despite knowing that their days are numbered, knowing that they will fall and turn to dust. The gold and scarlet of the autumn days remind you that there is beauty if you look for it. A lonely woman was walking down the path to the cemetery, honey boots covering her feet, a knit scarf wound around her neck, pretty and matching the autumn vibe. She crunched on the fallen leaves, walking down the street feeling rough cracks through thin soles, the wind moving as if she weren’t there at all, as if it were a ghost whisper, nothing more, nothing less. The woman’s pregnant belly showed through her knit sweater dress. The houses are decorated with pumpkins and apples. A fresh smell of baked apple pies and cider whipped her nostrils. Despite the children and the adults enjoying the bea
They made him kneel with his hands behind his back. Hans grabbed his gun and pointed it at Azazel while eyeing Athena. He grabbed her and made her stand before him. Athena’s heart shattered. He got into this situation because of her. He doesn’t deserve to be here. “Don’t do this, please,” she begged the monsters. “Aww, I love to see my granddaughter cry. That is what I wanted all these years,” Hans winked. “Besides, once I kill this bastard, my Rustom will keep you company, that is after we take care of the thing in your stomach,” Hans tapped the gun on Athena’s stomach, and Azazel growled. A sinister smile twisted across Azazel's face as he addressed Hans with a bone-chilling intensity. His voice dripped with menace and a promise of impending doom. His eyes were red due to the blood he lost, clouding his vision, but he didn’t have to see everything. All he had to see was her. “Hans,” he spat blood onto the floor, “pray, you better pray with every ounce of your fucked up soul that
“I could squash you all like bugs right now, but I am offering you all choices. Let Athena go, and I will let you all go,” but Hans gave no reaction other than to signal with his eyes to bring forth the girl. As one of the men forcefully placed Athena in a wheelchair, her mouth was cruelly duct-taped shut. Azazel's heart clenched painfully at the sight. His beloved wife had endured a lifetime of suffering, and now she was subjected to even more torment at the hands of this despicable man. Despite her dire situation, Athena's gaze remained locked on Azazel. He bore a visible bump on his head and a bruise on his cheek, evidence of the recent altercation. Yet, he exuded a strength that perplexed Athena, leaving her unsure of what he would do next. Surrounded by enemies who had sought their demise throughout their lives, she found herself experiencing an unexpected sense of protection, as she always did in his presence. “I will get you out of here, Athena. I will not let anything happen