By the Forevers, I hate dying. Everytime, you'd think that I would get used to it, but no, I have to be bound to the pain of death every. Single. Time. It is painful, who knew?

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But what is more painful than dying, you may ask. Well, my dear reader, that would be watching your SOULMATE KISSING A FUCKING WHORE!! THAT IS NOT OKAY! NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST!

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Let me tell you about the time that I found my soulmate for the 137th time.

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‍England 1436

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"Bitch!"

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I punched him again.

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"You know, a lot of people keep calling me that," I say with a fake look of confusion. He tries for one last swing when I drag my dagger clean across his throat. His life juice poured out of him like a delectable red fountain.

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"Tisk tisk. They never last long," I pout to myself.

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"Friday," said a deep masculine voice. I groan and roll my eyes.

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"Yes, my dear keeper," I mock. I lazily walk next to a shadowed figure.

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"You know the rules. You work for the king, only kill for the king, and don't cause trouble," he scolds. I just laugh at the older man.

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"You do realize what I am? Does the royal pain in the arse know what I am? The Forever Promise of Chaos is a free entity, trouble is just another word for chaos," I say, loud enough that many people walking past the dark alley look down to see the... colorful scene in the shadows, and quickly scurry away. Poor mortals, they don't know what a good time looks like.

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"It is either that, or we tell the Charter where you are," he says lowly, making me snap my attention towards his dreary face. His greying brown hair and boring dirt eyes sulking into his face made me want to laugh at the situation. This weak mortal and his pathetic king thinks they have a sliver of control over me when in reality, I'm just using them for the resources. It's far more fun to leech off an empire than build your own, trust me, I've done both. Not to mention they think the Charter can kill me right now, they obviously haven't read the terms of the curse. I can only die if my soulmate dies first in front of me and I have achieved happiness. Before that, I am untouchable. And I can assure you, I have found neither.

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"You are absolutely no fun, Georgie boy," I grumble.

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"Let's get you back to the palace. The king is having a gala tonight and he doesn't want you scaring away the guests.

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"As he herded me out of the alley, many of the onlookers got a look at my face and feline features, and putting two and two together, they knew who I was. Their all mighty king's executioner. Their fear wasn't for him, it was all mine and I savor it like a delicacy.

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Fear. Tasty, said one of the voices that filled my head, the voice of Ragna, Promise of rage and bloodthirst.

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"Indeed it is. Such a delectable treat, especially when you're listening to the fearful screams that accompany it," I reply, earning myself a confused look from bystanders. George doesn't question me, he knows of my friends.

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Behave, we must see what is to become of this "gala", the voice of Karma, the Promise of Fortune and Fate, enters my head. She always is the strategic one, the one that keeps me and the others out of ... serious trouble.

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"Ah, Karma dear, where are you now, my feline friend?" I asked, my head tilted to the side.

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I'm around. I prefer to not be locked in during an event. So many mortals to watch.

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"Valid reason. I just might join you.

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"Can't wait for the night of entertainment to commence.

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~*~*~

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‍BOOM!!

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Oops. My bad.

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The sounds of multiple pairs of heavy boots thundered along the stone hallways. The soldiers run to the source of the blast, not that they'll find anything. I'll be parting by the time they figure it out. I ducked out of my hiding spot and march down the corridor like I own the place, which in reality, I do. The King is nothing but a pathetic puppet that I toy with for my amusement. Even the bloody fucking queen knows it, no matter how much she despises me, she never goes against me.

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‍You are terribly underdressed for this occasion, grumbled Lantica, the obnoxious Promise of Curiosity, Disobedience, and Rebellion; things I often find entertaining. But the main reason I killed her is because I just find her irritating.

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"Yes and?" I sneer back. Lantica one of the few people that put me in a awful mood, and I absolutely blame her for it.

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‍You're going to a gala, you best look the part.

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‍I thought about it. It wouldn't hurt to dress up a little. With a wave of my hands, the shadows converged around me, green smoke and shimmering gold flecks danced in the air, collecting together to create my perfect gown. The silk and satin dress split off on the sides, climbing up to my hips, and a diamond chain hanging around my waste. The faded black lace covered my torso and chest, with intricate designs of swirls and patterns around me. A grey fur cloak flowed graceful behind me, the soft texture reminding me that of Karma's coat.

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"Much better, don't you think?

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"Yes, indeed. Wonderful choice, Friday.

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‍"I wasn't talking to you," I snap. "Ragna?"

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‍Pretty.

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"Thank you, Ragna. I'm glad you think so." I smile as I continue to the ballroom.

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Once I got to the doors, the two guards stationed there looked at me with confusion.

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"Lady O'Lucky, I'm afraid King Henry VI said you were not to be in attendance," one of them piped up. I just wave him off with a passive smile.

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"Ah, well, you see, I don't remember asking for his opinion nor his permission. Until he has found a way to truly rule over me, I'll do whatever the Hells I want. Do you have a problem?" I ask with a raised brow. They both paled at the thought of disagreeing with me.

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"No, ma'lady," they said in unison. I clap my hands in excitement.

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"Lovely, now step aside so I may have some well deserved fun." They both parted like the red sea, fear practically dripping from their forms. I take in a deep breath of the marvelous scent before shoving the doors open.

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The entire ballroom silenced at my entrance, music ceased, guests' turning their gaze to the top of the stairs. I was the center of attention, just how I like it.

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‍Such an alarming attendance, says Lantica, sounding satisfied.

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‍And they didn't think to invite you. A shame, said Reign, my dear Promise of Pain. Of all the voices in my head, I think she is one of my favorites. She put up a good fight when it was her time, but in the end, she succumbed like the rest.

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"Well this will not do," I said aloud, my voice projected throughout the ballroom. Gasps and small squeaks could be heard from the startled and fearful mortals. I start to descend the gilded steps, a crazy smile on my lips and a fire burning in my eyes. "I was given the wrong time of arrival.

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"When I made it to the bottom of the steps, I take a glass of wine off one of trays that were coming around. I started walking slowly towards the gracious throne at the other side of the immense hall, right where the beloved king and queen sat mightily... more like petrified.

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"My dear king, You seem to have forgotten your most loyal citizen. She was locked away in her room all alone." My voice holding fake worry and concern until I look up at them with my signature smile. "Oh, but don't worry. I let her out to join the festivities of the night.

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"My gaze changes to the group of people seated in the ostentatious chairs next to the king. But it didn't linger on the frilly, over dressed, arrogant snob that looked at me with hunger in his beady eyes nor the other disgusting mortals that shared that look. No, my curious stare landed on the beast among men. A monster along the shadows. A true king. My king.

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‍My Hellbeast.

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‍His hulking mountain of muscle, strength, and power bulging out from under his midnight and crimson marbled uniform. The mane of ink like locks flecked with ember messily hanging in front of the most mesmerizing and unforgettable pair of flaming jews of pure fury and hellish intent. He's as beautiful as I remember. I found him, once again. It has been terrible to be awake without him by my side, without his touch, his confort, his soul. Oh how I have missed him.

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Truly delectable, as always, Friday dear, swooned the lustful Promise, Arious.

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"Indeed he is, darling," I respond, the men in front of me having no clue who I spoke to.

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Yet, my revelry and excitement was cut short when my eyes land on the heinous thing on his lap. Someone was sitting on MY MALE'S LAP! She looked up at him in a lustful ogle that could only compete with that of the wealthy lord a few chairs over. Her exaggerated arse rubbed along my love's lap in a desperate attempt at his attention, but that I already captured with just my entrance, his blazing eyes burning into my flesh, the look of interest and desire frothing within the friary waves. But even that did nothing for my growing anger and disgust.

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A growl rippled through the already cautious crowd. The little harlot that was out of her place looked over at me with a brief startled expression before it flashed to a sneer as she looks me up and down.

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"What do you want, courtesan," she heckled, a collective sharp inhale echoed across the hall. All of these people knew who I was, the fine and wealthy of this kingdom, Mercia. All accept the outlanders, meaning they were from somewhere else. They didn't know of the terrible deeds that I have done, the wicked acts that I have committed, the horrendous exploits that have been done by my dainty hands. She has no clue of who she is barking at and I found it quite refreshing to have another lesson to teach.

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With a sharp smile and flash of my golden gaze, the slight uncertainty strikes across her face, I twirled my glass and watched the crimson liquid slash around.

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"Oh, nothing at all. I was just wondering where the nearest whorehouse is." Her face is taken back.

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"I have no idea, but it seems that have you strayed that far from it to stumble into a party as esteemed as this." A look of triumph overcame her fake features, but I knew it wouldn't last long.

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"No, I was just wondering if I should ship your mangled corpse back to your home kingdom or perhaps in front of the nearest pub to ward off any other tramps from stealing what belongs to me," I replied, my voice passive and uncaring, for I was stating a fact. Her painted carcass would do wonders for claiming my dear Hound. But this woman had not a clue as to who she was dealing with.

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Her eyes widen with an appalled expression, she stood up from her vomit worthy perch and took a few steps closer to me.

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"How dare you insinuate such a thing to the Lady Celestiana of Wessex? Such vulgar talk can have your tongue!" she cries pointing her finger in my direction. I let out a cruel and demented laugh.

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"Oh, it's your tongue you should be worried about, for no one here will carry out your order. The king won't do it, nor will the queen, nor will anyone in this land and the next, and do you know why?" I stalk closer to her, my eyes swirled with wickedness and insanity, the predatory, golden, feline glare took over as I looked over my prey.

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"I'm the lovely Friday O'Lucky." Her face dropped and dread took over, I smile at the sight.

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"And you were just sitting on my mate." This made her once false pale face turn the color of snow and she started to shake.

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"I-I-I'm s-s-sor-rr-y. I d-d-did-didn't kn-n-no-w," she trembled, backing away at my hunting form. I laugh again at her silliness and shake my head.

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"Oh no, you see, it's already been decided. You won't be leaving this castle alive, dear Celestiana."