The Beast's Possession

**Samantha pov**

The graveyard was colder now, making me feel like I didn't belong in this memory. I looked around and sucked in a deep breath, realizing that the tension around here was so heavy, I could taste it in the air. The air felt unnatural, too cold and angry to be true.

I stood frozen, invisible and quiet as Gideon faced the mysterious woman. Between them, the air was different, nothing like what surrounded me - it crackled with supernatural power. From here, I could see, even feel the rage radiating off him, hot and bright, while hers, well, her anger was ice cold.

Gideon paced a few steps like a caged animal, his large fists clenched so tightly, I could see his knuckles turn white. Oddly, from this far away, I could still see the anger that burned in his eyes.

"Release me from this hold, you stupid bitch!" Gideon roared, his voice so loud, it echoed through the empty graveyard. "How dare you keep me locked against my will? Do you know who I am?"

The woman didn't even flinch at his anger. She stood tall and powerful, her eyes locked onto Gideon, not looking away and her lips were curved into a faint, mocking smile. "Oh, I know exactly who you are, Gideon," she said, her voice calm, yet laced with nothing but venom and hatred. "And that's precisely why you're here."

Gideon's snarl deepened, twisting his face into an ugly expression, as he pointed a finger at her, his body shaking with barely contained anger. "I will rip you apart, limb by limb! I will make you beg for mercy before I-" "Enough!" She interrupted, her voice so loud, it could wake the dead. "Empty threats will not free you from my hold, nor will they frighten me. You are powerless here, Gideon."noveldrama

Gideon laughed. The sound leaving him was harsh and guttural, one of mockery rather than amusement. "Powerless? Me? You're nothing but a woman! Come closer, and I'll show you just how much power I have left." His grin twisted into something cruel. "I'll spit in your face to show you how much respect I have for you and for the pathetic dead rotting in this cursed graveyard."

The woman's expression grew colder, just looking at her sent shivers down my spine. "Do you have any respect at all, Gideon? For anyone? For the lives you've destroyed, the innocents you've harmed, the women you killed?" "Respect?" Gideon spat, trying to take a step closer to her, but failing as he hit the invisible wall of the cage. "Respect is for the weak. I take what I want, and I crush anyone who dares to stand in my way. That's all there is to it." The two of them stood there, eyes locked, almost in a silent standoff, testing who would break first. Slowly, the tension around them grew thicker, more noticeable.

The woman's calm demeanor didn't change, but while I could see the anger in her eyes, I also realized that there was something oddly calming about her, a caring motherly energy.

"You disgust me," she spoke up first, her words laced with venom. "Your arrogance has blinded you. You've spent your life causing pain and leaving deduction in your wake. And for what, Gideon? Power? Control? You're nothing more than a cowardly, scared man, hiding behind his cruelty."

"Careful," Gideon growled, shaking his head slowly as if he still had any control over the situation. "I don't take kindly to insults."

"Oh, I'm far beyond insults," the woman replied, her voice rising with authority. "I am here to deliver judgment."

Gideon froze, for the first time since the woman appeared, I could see uncertainty flash in his eyes. "Judgment?" He repeated, the word leaving his lips sounded like mockery. "And who are you to judge me?"

The woman paid no mind to his attitude and slowly stepped forward as her presence grew larger. I couldn't believe my own eyes. A faint glow appeared around her and slowly grew stronger, become brighter. I tore my eyes away from her and looked at Gideon, who was completely frozen, not a sound left him, all bravado gone.

"Gideon, I am the Moon Goddess. And I have come to put an end to your reign of terror."

Gideon's laughter was sharp and bitter, one of clear disbelief. "The Moon Goddess? Please. If you were truly the Goddess, you would have stopped me long ago. You're nothing but a coward, hiding behind your power while I've ruled unchallenged."

The Goddess's eyes flashed with anger, and the ground beneath them shook violently. "Don't mistake my patience for weakness, Gideon. I have watched you for far too long. I've seen you abuse and destroy my daughters, harm innocent unborn lives, and poison everything you touch. No more. Your time has come."

"What are you going to do?" Gideon laughed in her face, although from here, I could see the laugh was fake. "Kill me? Go ahead, do it. But keep in mind that I will never beg for mercy. Not from you, not from anyone." The Goddess's expression turned to stone. "Oh, I assure you will die, Gideon. But death is not your punishment. No, your punishment is far greater than that. I would never give you the easy way out."

Gideon froze, his arrogance replaced by unease. "What are you talking about?"

The Goddess stepped closer, her presence overwhelming, her voice dripping with power and pure hatred. "Your soul will never find peace. It will be tied to your bloodline, forced to follow it through every generation. Only sons will be born from your line, sons who will inherit your darkness and your curse. You will watch, helpless, as your legacy destroys itself over and over again. You will be the one who will ruin your own bloodline, over and over again." Gideon's face twisted in anger. "You're lying! You can't do that!"

The Goddess ignored his protests, her words growing sharper with each one. "Your descendants will suffer as you have made others suffer. No man in your line will ever be blessed with a mate, for such filth is unworthy of love. And when a man is finally born who is worthy of forgiveness, the curse will end with the birth of a girl - a girl whose strength and purity will undo everything you have done."

"You can't!" Gideon shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "You can't curse me like this!"

"It is done," the Goddess said, her voice steady. "Your bloodline will carry the weight of your sins until it redeems itself. Only then will your soul be freed."

Gideon's scream of rage echoed through the graveyard, but the Goddess didn't flinch. She stood tall, her eyes filled with the strength of someone who had finally delivered justice.

I stood there, trembling, as the vision began to fade. The last thing I saw was Gideon falling to his knees, his screams turning into a hollow, guttural wail. And then I was back in the library, gasping for breath, the green-covered book still pulsing faintly in front of me.