If only he had control of time then hed be able to fix the consistent fuck ups he’s created. It was fear, rage, sadness all balled into one. The very idea of his wife leaving him for another man just hit emotions that he never thought he’d ever feel again.
Oh he was wrong, and the worst of it all was what he had done to her.
He knew he should have asked her about what was going on, not assume the absolute worst from the person that had to change her entire life just to please him.
She never betrayed him, not once, so why would he even think she’d do such a thing to him? He stood in the room where he had screamed at her and threatened her. His feet felt like they had been weighed down by cement, there was no way he could even move an inch without feeling that weight hold him down.
He had to find her, apologize, but that was even if she decided to stick around after what he had done to her.
Balor had promised her numerous times that he would never treat her horribly, hed never hurt her or do anything to make her believe he would. And now here he was, regretting doing so, and regretting that his promise was a lie.
What could he even say to make this okay?
And how the fuck did Rollins want to die? Balor began seething thinking of the shady fucker, taking advantage of his queen, lying to her just to get his hands on her. The scum didnt deserve to be within 100 feet of her let alone put his hands on her.
His death would be slow, agonizing, and hed have time to think about what he had done.
Balor finally manages to walk out of the room and slowly makes his way up to his chambers where he had hoped she’d be. He hesitates when he gets to the door and waits to hear any kind of noise coming from inside.
There is a small sniffling noise coming from inside. Balor’s stomach churns at the thought of her having any kind of marks on her from what he had done. He hoped she didnt have any trace of it, but still, she’d look at him in fear again.
“(y/N)…” Balor opens the door slowly, being careful not to startle her.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed when he stepped in. Her eyes puffy and red from crying, and her hair still tousled from what he had done earlier. Balor stands there stiffly waiting for her to say or do something.
When her gaze met up with his he saw that look he knew when she first came to him.
This isnt what he wanted.
“Seth…has he done this to you before?” Balor asks. (y/n) doesnt answer him, she doesnt even acknowledge his question at all. Balor slowly makes his way closer to her. She begins to tense up, her muscles becoming more visible through her tense position. Balor slowly sinks down onto the floor at her feet and places his hands into her lap.
“Love… you need to tell me..has he done this before? I need to know. What he did earlier…” he sees a pained look cross her face. “Listen I was angry, scared. I thought I was losing you without warning.”
“How?” she snapped. “How can you just make an assumption like that? You have harlots running around this place day and night that you’ve used a hundred times over and I’ve never once accused you of anything. Not that it would matter if I did.” she wiped her tired eyes. Balor let out a heavy sigh and stood up and took his seat next to her.
“I know what I did was fucked up, Im sorry. I didnt mean to just..lash out. You dont understand what waiting thousands of years does. Just to possibly lose it. You’d be scared too.” he reaches down to her hand and laces his fingers into her own.
(y/n) closes her eyes, forcing her mind to slow down and process the events. None of it was her fault, Balor acted out without even letting her explain herself. Why wouldnt he even hear her out?
“Seth told me you were in danger…I tried to tell you..you just lashed out like Id actually do something terrible to you. How stupid is that Balor? You’re the Devil! Don’t you think it would be an incredibly stupid idea to try and go against you? Ive watched what you do, what your demons do. We’ve got three kids. Why would I just wake up one day and decide I didnt want this? Wouldnt you think when you first brought me here Id do that?”
Well she had a point. Balor hates it when shes right about something. Now he looks like an even bigger dick. He deserved it though, putting his hands on her the way he did.
“So you’re going to stay angry at me?” he asked. He grip on her hand tightened, waiting for her response. Not like he’d blame her if she stayed mad. He probably would too.
“You going to find Seth?” she asks. Balor looks down at her and nods.
“Ill find him, and he’s going to be publicly tortured and executed.” he feels his blood boiling at the thought of the spectacle he’d make of Seth. Fucking coward.
“Good.” she stood up and walked to the window and watched the storm outside continue its chaos. “I want to see it…” she looked back to Balor whom was standing, wings spread. “Once we get him then we’ll talk about forgiveness.”
