Epilogue

Bela is suspended from chains. The bloody, rusty chains rope across the expanse. The air is filled with screams. Bela is suspended, her long blond hair stiff with dried blood, lank, greasy. Her skin is dirty and bruised and cut.

The demon working on her is relentless. She's been here for an eternity—or was it? Time was different here, it might be have been a century or a second—and she's never felt this kind of pain before. The demon working on her—good Lord, he's good. He must've been training long.

Bela is screaming and screaming and screaming, not stopping to take it any air. The pain excludes all else. Finally the demon pauses for a second and she dares to look up at her tormenter.

He looks familiar. She frowns. Takes a second to place him.

"Dean." She doesn't remember where she called that name up from. She doesn't remember who this creature is, except that she once knew him and that his name was Dean. In fact, she doesn't even remember her own name.

"Hello, Bela," Dean says evenly.

"Bel-a." Bela tries it out. The word sounds foreign on her tongue. "Was that my name before…"

She doesn't get a chance to finish her question because he's continuing and the pain is all-consuming. She's screaming again, not stopping, never stopping.

Forever.

~The End~

So here's the end of Bela's unhappy story! I'd have loved to give her a vaguely happy ending, but, you know… she's the super angst-ridden character of the series. Thanks to everyone who read to the end of the story and who left reviews. I read and appreciated all of them. And a special shout-out to Roza-Belikov12, who reviewed every single chapter right after I posted it. You're all awesome!