Paradisium: Broken by Teresa Herbin (the giving tree read aloud TXT) 📕

 I never thought about the actuality of being reunited with my daughter, nor did I ever think she would still be alive or is she? Leviticus has gone on a rampage, Paradise left Emrick, Emrick is losing his kingdom and I am on a trip of my own. A trip to find my long lost daughter....Maria is dead, Damian has moved out of his mothers' house and moved into the palace where he is no king. The loss of his mate is taking a toll on him and the guilt of chasing me instead of believing her is eating at him too.  Emrick hates me and wants me dead, Paradise hates him and never wants to see him again, Leviticus can't stop drinking and destroying everything in his way. Maybe in another lifetime things could have been different, but this is how things are and how they will remain. I can't be wrong, right? Any mother would do anything and go to hell and back for their child, right? Maybe a few people died in the mix and hearts were broken, but I am a mother; a mother without her child. My child was taken from me and now I must find her, alive or dead. I must find my baby girl. 

"Mold me, dear God, one may cry out in agony from the pits of hell. FOr a heart of two placed in the alignment of the stars are ripped apart.  A bond, so strong that one who accumulates an immaculate thing shall suffer upon the day; let no one break the bond a higher force brought together... for if you do your days of eternal life shall continue without a soul to give any will to live. Once the soul is gone your heart shall past whilst blood runs cold. YOU WILL KNOW NO LOVE..." 

  Blood covered the entirety of my body as I headed for the throne. All for blindsided manipulation and foolery called "love". My mate's body slowly decomposing in the absence of a heart that was radiating love to what was suppose to love it back, and yet the love story disaster of them all "death". The king's headless body appeared in the distance as warriors placed his body on a pole; showcased to hell in its wholeness. I lost everything over something that was nothing and now I am a fucking king.  "Ah hell the lamb of God.", I chuckled to myself as I took a seat on the throne. Neighbors, friends, family and all glancing with curious eyes as to why the king is dead. Traitor, deceptions and kill reflected in the eyes of every demon starring up at me. Now was not the time for observation of emotions. 

  "This pit of fire holds secrets, some that may never be known to you all. The king of hell is staring at you right in your face. No need to question certain things as threatening but more so protecting. We are all we have and this kingdom must prevail. Continue on with your lives and day. We are united as one under the heart and heat of the fire. May your hearts and unanswered questions have comfort with the mere understanding that everything is not meant to be known for right now. The truth will reveal itself in due time." I wiped my face with slight annoyance and headed towards the Kings' old office. I snuggled back into my own mere thoughts as my mother tried her best to communicate me back to acknowledge her. Attempting multiple times to communicate with me as I walked by but she's getting everything she deserves...fucking traitor. 

  "Damian, Just talk to..", before she could finish her sentence I slammed the door in her face. Events that have transpired started to flood my mind like a hangover making its appearance at the break of the sky allowing the sun to rise. Almost like the peak of an onset drug overdose just slowly killing you with free knowledge, allowing it to do so.  She was a poison that found a way to control my mind through the manipulation of love, talk about general warfare for humanity. Yet, the most disgusting thing of it all, the true monster; for I allowed this poison to control my mind and kill my soul mate. Now I suffer slowly just because I lost something given to me by the divines and instead of cherishing her, I chased after another and killed mine and I may never feel love like that again. A knock at the door brought me out of the pits of my thoughts as David walked in ready to get an understanding of everything. He wanted answers that I still couldn't fathom to believe myself or even make sense of.

  Yet, the selfishness to keep what I knew now to myself could not be. If I am not true to anyone nor myself who could I be true too? "Yoo, what's up?" Davids voice concern dragged me of out my thoughts as I prepared myself to tell him everything, even down to my own dumbness and true death of Maria, our friend, his crush and my mate. I motioned for him to take a seat in front of me and started from the very beginning, spilling my guts, my heart, my fear, emotions..everything. Silence filled the air for what felt like five minutes maybe even five seconds. The love, hurt, betrayal and anger of leaving a friend in the dark crossed Davids face before he launched himself onto me. What was I to do? I deserved this. I deserved to be chocked, to feel the isolation of death surrounding me. Maybe I could find Maria and explain to her everything that is going on. How sorry I am...Make up for old times. 

"ENOUGH", A voice I knew all too well shouted before throwing Davide off of me and into the couch. "What the he-" David attempted to shout but moma bear was a little bit louder with much more age and authority behind every word. "No, what the hell is going on?" She ran her fingers through her head and patiently waited for any response. "Oh, don't all speak at once..I have the time." She locked the door and sat on the desk that was placed in the middle of the office. "You are not supposed to be in here, I didn't call for you." I turned towards the door with motions for her to leave. Yet, she remained positioned in her spot. "You could try to move me if you would like..." I stared at the words left in the air as I followed them to the vessel that released them. "You and I both know that the fight to get you out will be destructive." I ran my head over my face. "Well I guess you should start talking and while you are at it explain the family that's locked up downstairs. Your mom has her ways." I looked at her in disbelief and then with questions of my own. 

   A family locked up..this has Angeline written all over it and of course, I would have to clean up all this shit. I decided to put those thoughts at the back of my head, that was the best thing that I could right now. My mother was here to assists and I needed to tell her everything. Maybe she could help me put some shit together and shine a light on what the hell I didn't know. 

Quick little message! Just here to see who is waiting for the book. Kind of excited about this one. I am way more mature and I believe I have much more to give to this book than I did when I was sixteen. If you're still here waiting for the rest of the book let me know! I have questions about characters, what do you want to see a little more in this book and so forth. Would love to connect with you all. 

 Red...All I could see was the color red. Nothing could bring me back, no one could pick up the pieces of my heart. No one could bring back the heart that once beaten for Angeline. No one could revive the soul that now runs black. I could kill him, I should kill him...I wanted to kill him. To find out information that's been withheld for so long. Opened arms and manipulation; never a true sign of love. I should've known, the signs..the signs were right there all along. To be used as a crutch by my own mate. To be humiliated by the one thing I yearned for, lived for, breathed for. To walk around in a sea of lies burning my wounds with its toxic salted chemicals. To remain cool in a crowd full of people, my people..lead by the lies their future King was hoping to keep until he died. Music and laughter filled this polluted air; lies and hidden dispairs crushed against gravity until forming it's on quilt thick enough to fill the lungs of us all. 

 I was disgusted but not entirely with my own people but with my blood, my best friend. There at the corner of the right step that spiraled continuously, he was there. Smiling and conversating like his engagement was true and yet "yes" attracted its polar opposite far too soon. There he was smiling and grinning toasting to fake nothings and kingdom downfall. He turned his smile towards me in hopes of reciprocation. We were supposed to be happy but how could I fake happy when I knew the truth. Announcing to a kingdom their new King, announcing to the kingdom and showing them their new queen.  Disgust reflected all over my face how dare he makes this mockery of love, of a bond so magnetic and true; he was an absolute fool. We were the foolish insects clueless to the web wrapped, tightened, unbearable enough to trap us all. My brother was the true leech. 

  Poor young girl dragged down and placed in his world full of polluted air. I was livid, livid for myself and her too. She knew nothing and he knew it all. He smirked; the audacity to smirk but only because you didn't know