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There is no second chance. No making up for past wrongs. He’d long ago decided his fate. Now two things existed.
What was.
And what would be.
Tartarus. He knows the place and knows the pain. Knows as stab after stab of raw flame pangs the heart that isn’t there that this is what he was and what he would be.
Forgotten.
Despised.
Monster.
Forever.
He can feel the start of icy burn as Ammut consumes his heavy, sinful heart. Sends him to hell. Knows it’s a hopeless, losing battle and when a shadowy jeweled hand forces his eyes to those perfect silver ones he knows he’s lost. Utterly so.
He wants to scream as that gaze sends a shock of ice through him, straight to his core. But his lungs are choked with perfect ice smoke. He can’t breath past the pain. Doesn’t even have to. He’s dead and dying. Burning from the inside though his eyes clench against it. Writhing. The last remnants of sensation burn his sight and memory.
That hand lets him fall, hard, brittle bones breaking where he hits the ground. Muscles tense, he can feel the stretch. The pull. Another cold throb to burn and forget and, tears down his cheeks, he smiles. Grins wildly, pained, broken and insane and baring long ivory that glitters in perfect dark.
Utter.
Complete.
Perfect.
His shaking stops, slowly as he lies there. And when his eyes reopen they are silver. A perfect reflection and due respect to his maker.
That perfect silver gazes back. Greets him.
His one.
His only.
His lord.
Together cursed, forever monsters.
Utter.
Complete.
Perfect.
...can y'all tell I had a good time? >.>
Yeah. XD
The more time goes on, the more I'm convinced I need an icon for the Muses. ;~;
And damnit. It seriously needs a background, but I'm lazy. >.> *flees!*