{Satan}

I couldn't believe my ears when Alastor told me his plans for Louis, the guy that Victoria works for. It's so evil but bittersweet at the same time. I would expect nothing less from Alastor. He is my Second in Command for a reason.

Before Alastor and I could continue our conversation my assistant Ryan entered the room and handed me a glowing brooch that had a holographic screen on it. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from snarling because on the screen was the image of the one creature I hate the most. His name is L. He's the one who rules over Heaven and the one that humans worship and refer to as God.

I hate the guy so much that I took the liberty of lengthening the guy's name to Loser instead of calling him L.

So instead of snarling I smirked. "Hello there Loser. What's up?"

Ryan and Alastor covered their mouths to stifle a laugh like they always do every time they hear L's nickname.

L rolled his eyes. "Seriously? You're not going to stop calling me that name ever are you?"

I shook my head. "Nope! And I'm not the one who kills my people just because they won't obey my orders. Again, I ask you what's up?"

"I'm just calling to see if you've made any progress in finding my niece, you know the future Queen of Hell?" L said.

I nodded. "Yes and I've found her. She'll be coming back home by the end of the year." I paused and narrowed my eyes. "Wait, what the fuck are you planning with my daughter?"

L laughed, "Wow! I don't even have to say anything for you to get suspicious of me. Honestly, I'm not planning anything. It'll be interesting to see how she reacts when she finds out what she truly is. It's a shame I won't be able to meet her because of that."

"Yeah, that's another thing, if you could gain control over your powers instead of staying locked up you could meet her in neutral territory," I said.

He shrugged. "I'm just lazy like that. And who's to say that I can control my powers? You know just as well as I do that I was never an overachiever when it came down to things like that. Of course Mom's still rather annoyed that I can't come to family dinners without accidentally killing a human slave. It's not my fault that my powers act up the most when people don't do as I say."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so immature it's not even funny. Stop being a narcissistic prick and grow up. You can control your powers and you know it!"

L sighed, "Figured you'd say that. But I just called because I was bored. I mean there's no reason why you can't come visit me. You are a Fallen Angel after all."

"Hmm, and whose fault is it that I became a 'Fallen Angel' my dear brother?" I asked.

"You refused to do what I wanted you to do and my powers acted up and kicked you out," L answered.

"That's exactly why I'm not coming to visit you," I said. "I'm not going to be a pushover and clamp down on my powers just to satisfy yours."

I had no idea how worked up I was getting until one of the chairs in my office went flying at a nearby wall and was smashed to bits.

L rolled his eyes. "Okay, I get it. Alright then, I'll talk to you later, bye!"

With that he ended the call.

"Well that was a real doozy of a conversation ender," I heard someone laugh.

I looked at the doorway to see one of my nieces Lilith standing there smirking at me. I rubbed the temples of my forehead and groaned. "What do you want Lilith?"

"I was just wondering if I could help Princess Victoria figure out what she is? You know how many Gods and Goddesses I've trained to control their powers right?" Lilith said.

I nodded. "Yeah I know. But do you really think you'll be able to activate her powers? I mean from what Alastor's told me he hasn't sensed her powers becoming active yet."

She chuckled. "Seriously Uncle Satan? I can train Gods and Goddesses to control their powers, I can most definitely help Princess Victoria out with hers. And if Uncle L would stop being so stubborn I could help him out too! But you know how he is."

"Yeah I know, okay then if you want to go help Victoria figure out what she is before she comes home then be my guest. I must warn you this isn't going to be easy," I said.

She grinned. "Oh I know. And I love a challenge! Princess Victoria will come home finally and she'll be a ruthless Queen of Hell just like her father is a ruthless King of Hell. And when she does get her powers I will help her to control them. It is my job after all."

I shrugged. "Alright then, if you say so."

"Oh I do say so," Lilith left the room.

I sat in silence and stared at the empty doorway for a moment. After that I got up and left the room.

***

{Victoria}

I'm dreaming! This has to be a dream!

I looked around trying to get my bearings and then I realized that I was standing in a basement. My eyes went wide in horror. Fuck no! No this can't be happening! Maybe I just walked into the basement in my sleep?

I walked a little further until I heard a small clang. When I looked down my blood ran cold because I saw a chain that went all the way to a nearby wall. I grabbed at my neck and noticed a dog collar around it. That was when I started to hyperventilate. Looking up I saw Wyatt standing in front of me giving me a sinister smile.

However, when Wyatt opened his mouth he said, "Victoria! Wake up! Wake up!"

After about the third time of Wyatt telling me to wake up I finally woke up and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Cody standing on the bed licking my face and Walter sitting next to me with a look of concern.

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I pushed Cody aside just to let him know that I was awake.

"You wanna talk about it?" Walter asked.

"It's that same dream over and over again," I growled. "The fucking basement!"

Walter sighed, "Maybe you should work on getting past this? Because I'm sure the moment you do get past it the better off you'll be."

I rolled my eyes. "I know and you're not the only one who's been telling me this."

"It's been how long now since Wyatt died?" Walter asked.

"Over five years now," I said. I gulped. "But the memories still scare me."

"Well it's up to you. I say you should work on it but go at your own pace," Walter said.

He paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe you should try some exposure therapy?"

"Huh?" I said.

"It's the type of therapy when used in a controlled setting that can help someone deal with their trauma," He explained. "Oh! I know just the person who can help you with that. She's an expert in that type of therapy."

I hesitated. "I don't know…"

"Okay then, just try it at least once and see how you do. If you don't like it, you don't have to go back," Walter suggested.

I nodded. "Okay, I'll try it."

"Good, I'll give her a call and set the appointment up," Walter said.

***

I sat down at the therapist's office across from a lady who looked like she was my age. She reminded me of a librarian as she was dressed in a light brown knee length pencil skirt, she had on a light blue button top and judging by the navy blue collar she had another shirt underneath her top. She wore black high heels to complete the look.

She crossed her legs and looked at me. "So Ms. Lee, what are you hoping to get done here today?"

"Well… I have some past trauma that I'm still dealing with. And I've had some people in my life suggest that I try working on getting past it. But there's a problem with that," I said.

She nodded. "Let me guess, you're not sure if you can get past it? That's understandable because a lot of people don't get past whatever trauma they've been through. Even with exposure therapy like what we're going to do today, some people just never get over it."

"So what's the point?" I asked. "If people don't get past their trauma then what's the point?"

The therapist leaned back and gave me a pointed look. "What's the point with you going to your regular therapist if there's no cure for your mental health issues?"

I thought about it. "It's a way to help me work through my issues and get the right treatment."

"Exactly, think of this like that. This type of therapy is a way for people to use it as a coping mechanism," She explained.

I nodded. "Okay yeah that makes sense."

"So tell me about the trauma you've been dealing with and we'll go from there," the therapist said.

I talked about as much as I wanted to tell her about what happened between me and Wyatt. I told her about how he locked me in his basement and treated me as if I were a pet. As I continued my story I felt myself getting pissed off. After a moment or two of me talking the therapist finally put her hand up to silence me.

"Oh boy, it seems like you not only have trauma but some unbridled rage. Which is perfectly understandable," She said. "If Wyatt were alive today what would you do?"

I shook my head. "Honestly, I don't know."

"Okay, what do you want to do to him?" the therapist asked.

"Kill him," I answered without hesitation. "Although I wouldn't because I like my freedom more than getting revenge and besides, how would I hide the body?"

She snorted. "That's definitely something to think about." She clapped her hands together and stood up and left the room. After a moment she came back with a small lamp in her hands. She set it down on the table in front of her and plugged it in.

"Now, let's begin," She said. "Lean back and close your eyes."

I did as I was told. She continued, "You're in a place that is full of nothingness. You see the color white all around you. The white will slowly fade to black and you should be standing in front of a door."

When I opened my eyes the scene around me changed. I looked around trying to get my bearings and everywhere I looked there was a blinding white color. It reminded me of a room that I got locked in once in a mental facility. Then the white color slowly started to fade. A door appeared in front of me. It was a brown wooden door that looked like it had been polished and a smooth surface to it.

My blood ran cold when I saw the door because I recognized it as the door to Wyatt's basement. I looked around and Wyatt was standing right next to me with a sinister grin on his face.

He shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, let's go back down to your room my pet. You've been naughty again."

"How was I naughty this time?" I said.

"You told your parents about what was going on here," He snarled. "You weren't supposed to do that. To think I was getting ready to take you out of the basement and stick you back in my bed."

My eyes went wide in horror. I didn't want to have sex with the guy anymore than I wanted to be down in the basement. Honestly when it came down to that I'd rather be in the basement.

Wyatt frowned. "What's the matter? I'm that bad in bed."

I paused. "Did I just say that out loud?"

He nodded. "That's okay there's plenty of other women to sleep with. You'll get used to sleeping in the basement anyway."

He yanked on a rope that he had in his hand and I stumbled forward a bit. That's when I noticed that I had that dog collar on. Wyatt took me down to the basement and sat me down on the bed. He hooked the rope on the wall next to me and proceeded to go to another wall in front of me. That wall was the wall were the instruments that he would use to torture me if I did something he thought was bad.

Before he grabbed something that looked like a whip I heard my therapist's voice breakthrough. "Remember, this isn't real! Wyatt isn't here and you're not in his basement."

I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Good, stay calm," the therapist said. "Now earlier you said you wanted to kill him, of course that is illegal and he's already dead. However, since this reality that you're in isn't real you can 'kill him' without any consequences to face after. Think, how would you kill him if there weren't any laws stopping you from doing so?"

"I would find a slow agonizing death for him," I said.

"What kind of death?" the therapist asked.

I thought about it and off the top of my head I said, "I would want to see him burn to death! I want to hear his screams of agony while he dies."

The therapist laughed, "Good, consider it done."

Before I could say anything Wyatt suddenly stood still. He still had a sinister smile on his face but he slowly started to be lit on fire. I don't why instead of screaming and running away in terror I smiled at him and laughed, "Burn motherfucker! And burn slowly."

As Wyatt was burning I felt a small burning sensation on my arm. I looked down to see a small strip of fire coming from me and the fire dripped on the floor. That was when I shrieked and started trying to put the fire out.

"It's okay Ms. Lee!" The therapist said, "After you hear me snap my fingers, open your eyes and come back to me."

I heard the sound of someone snapping their fingers and when I opened my eyes I saw my therapist smiling at me.

I blinked. It was then that I looked at my therapist closely and she looked really familiar to me. When I recognized her I gasped because she was the maid who helped me escape from Wyatt's basement over five years ago!

The therapist's smile turned into a grin. "Hello, Victoria. It's been so long. I can tell by the look on your face that you recognize me. It's me, Leah and I'm the maid who rescued you from Wyatt over five years ago. It's good to see that you're finally doing well for yourself now."

Before I had a chance to process what my therapist just said I felt the burning sensation on my arm again. I looked down to see that my arm was on fire. "What the hell!"

Leah just got up from her chair and blew on my arm and the fire went out. She stood up and looked at me. "And another thing, that's the first of many times your powers might act up because you are not who you think you are."