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In a fit of rage and desire, Aubrey ripped through his first night on earth. He fed from many of those dwelling in the park, throwing their corpses to the ground, and set fire to anything that got in his way, leaving behind him a clear path of destruction.



As the sky started to turn light, he rampaged on to the nearest graveyard and broke into the biggest, most extravagant mossoleum he could find. It was there that he rested, and his thoughts dwelled on Alexa. He formulated his plan, and as soon as the sun went down, he went to find his future bride again.



Sniffing her out like a canine, he found her in a wooded area at the bank of a small creek. Where she sat, white lillies bloomed all around her, creating an almost aura around her. But as Aubrey stepped closer, the lillies wilted and slowly turned black. Alexa looked around, watching as the flowers slowly died leaving her in a pool of black earth.



"I wish to start anew, your highness." Aubrey spoke quietly, making his voice husky and alluring. He watched her stand, and as she did so, he spoke again, "Let us start a new life here, on our fathers creation."



Alexa looked at him, slightly miffed by his comment. "This earth is a creation of my father, thank you. And I shall live as I like here." Aubrey took in her tone and the coldness that surrounded it, thinking how perfect it was that she was already changing. He offered his hand to her, knowing this one last attempt would be it.



"And your father did an excellent job. Come with me, princess. I have a place to stay, we will be plentiful and safe." Aubrey smirked, and as he did so Alexa took his hand in a false sense of trust.



It was then that Aubrey used his power to take them to a small house, every little girls dream house really. White with blue shutters, a garden surrounding the premises, a white picket fence to protect them from outsiders. "Wait here." He ordered as he easily broke into the house.



As soon as he stepped through the door, he could smell the family living there. Obviously happy and full of life, Aubrey scoffed. He slowly walked upstairs and hunted out the prospective victims. He found the child first, and when he took in the scent of this little girl, decided that she might be useful. There was a dark energy about her that told Aubrey someday this little girl may be useful to him and his intentions with Alexa.



With that, he walked out of the bedroom and found her parents. Within one second he had drained them both of their life source and dumped the bodies out the back window. He then smoothed down the bed and went back outside to Alexa. He took her hand and led her inside their new humble abode. Come on, our bedroom is upstairs.



"Excuse me? Our bedroom? I am not sharing a bed with you!" Alexa exclaimed in horror at the thought of sharing a bed with a man that she did not belong to.



Aubrey looked at her as though she were crazy, and fought the urge to grab her and run up the stairs to begin the cycle he had meticulously planned. "Fine. It is yours. Go on, princess."



Alexa gave him a suspicious look but went up the stairs to the first bedroom, layed on the bed and took in the warmth of it. Immediately she drifted off to sleep, not once thinking about who it had once belonged to.



Once Aubrey was quite sure that she had indeed fallen asleep, he too layed on the couch for his own well deserved nap, and when he would awaken the next evening, things would be different. Much different.

Alexa broke down into tears of joy against Aubrey’s shoulder. “I had forgotten you up until that man tried to kill me and I knew if I called for you that you’d save me and I’m so happy to see you again!”



Deciding to keep that he was her murderer to himself, he nervously patted her back. “Yea. . . of course.” He took a deep breath as he drew away from her. He hated to see her cry. Very gently he wiped the tears from her face. “Shall we go for a walk?” He offered as he placed his fists in his pockets.



She nodded, and sniffling, walked with him through the park. She told him of Heaven. Of the sweet air with music just soaring through it. Of the white city, so pure and so bright it could be the sun. She told Aubrey of her sisters, and how each of them had something demonic about them but still she loved them dearly. Alexa told her story of the day, which had been just a few hours beforehand, she had witnessed her father kill a hurt and harmless girl.



Aubrey was, needless to say, impressed by God’s wrath. It seemed to him that He just kept getting colder with old age. But, to make her feel better, he told her of his lifestyle. He told her of the screams and howls that came from the tortured souls. How it was always dark, and how no star had ever shown in the skies of Hell. He told her about the rivers and the mote of blood surrounded by fiery limbs. Aubrey told Alexa about Jessica, the guardian angel whom he had killed.



She gasped, and remained silent for a minute, but Aubrey couldn’t tell if she was uncomfortable or just contemplative. Finally, Alexa spoke up. “Well, since you are from Hell it is expected of you to be a bit barbaric.”



Aubrey was astonished, “You’re calling me barbaric? You are saying I am a wild, out of control creature because I do my job, which is to punish the beings who have committed unforgivable sins before and after their deaths?”



Alexa looked at him, frightened by his reaction. “I just meant. . . because things are so calm in Heaven. . . and Hell sounds so. . .”



“So what? So barbaric?” Aubrey snarled. He could feel the urge to hurt her, to kill her, surge and fought himself to control it. No matter how insulted he was, he could not harm her. He could not and would not.



She watched him, sadly now. “I hurt you. . . I am sorry. . .” She bowed her head and turned away, walking into the fog gloomily with silent tears of remorse sliding down her cheeks.



For a split second, Aubrey considered following her. Not to help her, not to keep her safe. But to steal her. To corrupt her. To make her his and show her what it is to be barbaric. He would have her, and she would see, understand, become a monster that feeds off of others miseries and enjoys the sweet taste of blood. He would make God's beloved daughter his queen of hell.