justice is coming for you

Killing Stiles— would only make you weaker and that will give them a much better chance to kill you.

Once I've killed your little friends I'll have enough power to live without Stiles's little scrap still within me. I'll be all that's left, he'll be gone to the shadows and my face will be the last memory of him for you.

Celina’s breathing got heavy, as the sharp pain dug deeper into her head.

"Oh, such bravery even in your defeat. It would be almost impressive if it wasn't so pathetic" He hummed, twisting her arm until he heard the snap of the bone, breaking the arm swiftly before dropping it down and slamming his foot into her stomach and grabbing her hair. Leaning in and whispering into her ear.

The hit shouldn’t have been as shocking to her. She felt the sharp pain, as she hit the ground. Using her hands to prop her up, as she looked up at Promethetous. “Are you fucking serious     ?” Her voice was frazzled, trying to hide her fear. "Fuck you." She didn’t stand up, instead, she stayed on the ground. 

Slowly he walked over and pressed his foot against her head and pushed it into the ground. "Now do you see little wolf? Do you see how little power you have, how you're an ant beneath my boot?" He hummed, pressing down even more. "You think because you have claws and are a slave to the moon that you are somehow better or stronger than these humans?" He questioned, a wide smile on his sadistic face. "You will learn to submit like the rest of them or else. So what shall it be, submission or are you willing to die this young?"

Yet somehow I feel it… I feel it from you too. Maybe you should rethink that thought. They’re gonna kill you.

He's going to die Lydia and you're going to feel it.

As much fun as that sounds.

Then you have to learn a lesson sweetheart.

W—What do you mean?

What I mean is the darkness finally has him Scott.

I really just can’t wait til the day you slither off down to hell. Which will definitely be soon.

Lydia, you know it’s not me who’s going to die.

Right… and you’re still here.

But the question is, is Stiles?

Someone doesn’t take criticism very well, do they? 

Then come here little one, come show me what you have to offer.

If you wanted me dead I would be.

Good girl, you figured out that much. I do...but not yet.

You should be a poet. You’ll beg. Soon.

But Allison, your family has such a tradition of dying too young.

And hearing their bones crunch when they shatter under your fingertips. I don’t understand why anyone would want to be good. And then you murder them in front of their families. And hearing them crying out for you to stop as they say that they’ll trade places.

Well, where have you been all my life, my little sick bird? Shame I didn't find you earlier, you would have made quite the ally. But I recommend you leave town soon if you wish to watch the fireworks and not become one, because this town will be nothing very shortly and I have a feeling you won't want to join our little human friends, now will you?

Marvelous show. Absolutely wonderful. I’m finally able to say that I went to a theatre and actually enjoyed the show.

What can I say, they needed to be quiet for the movie and they weren't.

You know, there could be something fundamentally dead with you very soon if you don't learn to close that pretty mouth of yours.

And here I thought you slithered off to die.

You know Allison, number six looked like you. Young, beautiful girl with brown hair and what would have likely been a fierce gaze had she not been begging and screaming for her life. Or she was until I strangled the life right out of her pretty neck, tears in her eyes as she struggled magnificently. 

How could you even dream of getting bored of it?

What can I say, killing a peasant as something greater than even a king can get boring after a while. But their screams were music to these ears, especially when they were ripped apart piece by piece.