Pov.: Amy
I was in my cell, hands bound to the wall, contemplating escape from this grim abode. Memories of my mother and sisters flooded my mind; in the confines of the cell, I envisioned the lives they might have led if they hadn't fallen to the man claiming to be my father.
I pictured an alternate world where my mother had never met this man; she was blissfully happy with another, living life as it should be lived.
"She shouldn't be dead now," I mused while indulging in this alternate reality, "she should be reigning over the underworld."
Yet, the bitter realization that in this other reality neither my sisters nor I would exist tugged at my heartstrings.
Footsteps drew near my cell. I lifted my head to see who approached—Dante, my younger brother, stood before me. He entered, secured my chains to the ceiling, and set upon me with blow after blow.
"I will kill you, so our father can gain absolute power," he stated, his fists unrelenting.
"Do you honestly believe that by killing me, the underworld will welcome you as their rulers?" I retorted between labored breaths. "You are sorely mistaken; they will never accept you, they'll kill you before you utter a word."
"The right to rule is passed from parent to child, and you are the last obstacle in claiming that power," he replied with a twisted smile.
"Even if you murder me, you need royal blood to enter the underworld—or permission," I countered.
"Shut up!" he screamed, his punch landing hard on my face.
"Is that the extent of your strength? I was stronger than you as a child," I mocked his feeble attempts.
He tortured me for what seemed like eternity, yet he asked no questions. It seemed to be a twisted form of entertainment for him.
Eventually, he left, bored of his play. I lay on the floor, beaten and gasping for air. Once I had recovered, I used my powers to heal and, once ready, removed the shackles that bound me. Then, I commenced my retribution.
I left my cell and walked the deserted corridors. At the top of a staircase, I met my first victims, which I dispatched with my powers before they could detect my presence.
Venturing through the vast mansion, I left a trail of bodies in my wake. When I encountered the woman—my father's lover, the architect behind the human hunts—I smiled wickedly. "Oh, dear, what fun I'll have with you," I thought, chuckling as I dragged her into a soundproofed room for a session of intense retribution. She had laughed as my sisters pleaded for their lives; I derived no pleasure from her pleas for mercy and eventually decapitated her.
I continued my lethal hunt, dispatching guards and minions stealthily to avoid detection. My brother, though, would not be granted a swift death. I took him by surprise, and upon regaining consciousness in the company of our deceased mother, his sobs filled the room.
"You now understand the pain of losing a mother. You at least had the pleasure of knowing her; my memories are barely there," I seethed, unwavering as his tears gave way to threats.
"I'm enacting the revenge owed for your parents' actions. Your mother orchestrated the hunt we once were," I stated coldly, before mirroring his past tortures upon him. Weaker, he didn't last long under my hands. When he finally succumbed, I severed his head without a hint of remorse.
Exiting the room, I discovered my father had left the mansion and would soon return—perfect timing for a sinister welcome.
An hour passed, and there I was, perched on the grand marble staircase facing the entrance, as the door swung open, revealing a momentarily smiling man. His expression soured upon seeing his entourage—his guards and close allies—decorating the ceiling, and at my side, his lover and son.
"Now you feel what I experienced when I found my sisters and mother," I addressed him.
"How could you?" he stammered, tearful.
"Just as you could murder your wife and daughters. Unfortunately, I inherited your vile blood," I said calmly. With a sweep of my arm, I tossed the severed heads at his feet. "You're next."
Francesco reached for his weapon, but he was too late. I had already ensnared him in a potent mind control spell the moment he crossed the mansion's threshold.
"I won't soil my hands with your grotesque blood, for fear of your stench lingering on me. Instead, we'll play a game, father," I said with a ghastly grin.
We sat at a table, and with each odd number he rolled, a scalpel found a new resting place in his flesh. Our grim game continued until he bled out, slowly fading into death as he gazed into my eyes, and I into his.
"You are scum; your punishment has only begun," I spoke as he drew his final breath.
With my father dead, I decapitated him as well, hanging the three heads by the entrance as a declaration of new ownership.
"My name is Gianna De Angelis, daughter of the queen of the underworld, granddaughter of Lucifer. My reign is about to begin," I proclaimed from the mansion's balcony, exuding confidence and sporting a chilling smile. "It's time to fear, you wretches."
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