Twosday: Dead Letter Office

Grandmother:
I suppose I should thank you.  If you hadn't hard-wired me to want to protect them at all costs all these years, I never would have gone to the Underworld in the first place, and put myself at the Source's mercy.  My soul is forfeit, and I let them cut every hold your family ever had on me. Understand that. I. let. them.  I felt more joy pouring pure evil down my throat than I ever did under the strain of your expectations.   At least I know exactly what the Source wants from me.  And I obeyed, willingly, because at least he gave me a choice.  I'm the lowest of the low, and yet I'm happier than I've ever been.  He's using me, and I know it.  I wanted the independent life you denied me for years, and now the Source has given it to me to destroy them.   I owe him everything, and I've vowed stronger loyalty to him and to Belthazor than I ever gave to you.  I will do whatever he wants of me, and gladly.

Watching us kill them, it may just kill you all over again.  Witch. 





I suppose I should also thank you, ungrateful brat.  Saving your ass got me to the Underworld in the first place.  Now, I'll admit, making your worst fear come to life was only a side benefit.  But now, every time he touches me?  I think of how I damned you to life without him, your supposed soulmate.   How yes, I was jealous, but all that melted away on our wedding night.  He thought of me, not you.  How do I know? Because he poured his humanity into you at first blush.  Belthazor seduced me, and took his revenge, but it isn't even that simple.   You never understood him, you silly little girl.  It was always black vs. white to you. 

You had no idea what you were dealing with.  He was always hiding with you.  But we look at each other, and I see the demon and the man, fully.  He sees me for everything I am, everything I've hidden, every secret I've kept.  I'm sure your honesty was a change for him, you little brat, but it wasn't what all of him wanted in a wife.  Or the mother of his child. 

I'm also sure you realize now that your vision three years ago was, well, I'm no seer.   But they call me Hecate.