Chapter 504: Heavy Is The Crown
It had been a week.
Seven days since the tether I had created wrapped itself around the entire western hemisphere. Seven days since the last kiss, the last confession, the last moment of warmth. Seven days since I felt like I could breathe. Seven days since I was anything more than the Devil.
But if I thought it was shitty being the Devil in charge of Hell, being the Balance on Earth was so much worse. It really was no wonder I ran away from the throne and the crown. Hell, I’m tempted to do it again right now.
For the first time in a while, I felt like I was made of glass... and now I was breaking.
Sitting alone in the darkness of my bedroom, wrapped in a heavy blanket that did nothing to silence the noise, I slowly rocked back and forth. It was constant. Endless. A cacophony of emotions... things that I had never allowed myself to feel were coming at me all at once from a million different directions. Pain, lust, hunger, rage, fear, happiness... you name it, I was feeling it.
Some of it came from the demons who had pledged themselves to me willingly, who took the knee when I demanded it of them.
But most of it didn’t.
The ones who fought the tether screamed the loudest. Their resistance flared like static in my skull. It wasn’t just that I knew they existed—I felt them. The agony of rebellion, the terror of losing control, the fury of submission. It was all funneled into my skull like an open channel with no filter.
I hadn’t slept, not truly. Not since Daddy left my bed with a kiss on my forehead. Oh, sure, I have gotten really good at fake sleeping, but lying in bed, surrounded by me who where fast asleep, wasn’t helping with either my mood or my head.
For a single second, I closed my eyes, and the dreams of others poured into my mind like a streaming channel I never signed up for.
Not willing to go down that rabbit hole, I quickly opened my eyes, and the dreams disappeared like smoke, but the weight of the emotions was back and worse than ever.