𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝐱𝐯𝐢. 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

"You will never have your way," the man on the floor wheezed. He was clad in iron chains on the floor bleeding, onto the black stone. The woman standing over him, just laughed. It was a cold and empty sound that reverberated off the black walls. When she spoke, her voice was quiet and merciless.
"Watch me, Magnus. Watch me destroy everything you have ever cared for, and then you. Your words mean nothing, you are nothing."
Magnus shrank back slightly, maybe even subconsciously , but she noticed. "I once dreamed of the day you would bow to me, the day you'd be crawling around on the floor, helpless. But now, I feel like I should just kill you now"
"Ana, I-" With a flick of her wrist she threw him against the stone wall of his cell with such force, that he just crumpled in a pitiful heap against the wall.
She descended upon him, her words full of hatred and resentment. "You once told me that what goes around comes around. A sentence I have held on to my entire life, something I repeated over and over in my head when you cut off my horns, to 'help' me. You took everything that makes me unique away, you killed the man I loved because he was a Shadowhunter. And now you expect mercy. Ironic, how you never change"
Magnus groaned and she turned to leave the cell. She didn't even look back.
He had called her Ana. It was a name she had long forgotten. Since she had slain Lilith, she was simply the nameless horror who ruled Edom. She let her mind wander past the invisible walls of her prison, to a place she had once lived in, a place she had forsaken. She had told herself over and over gain that she didn't need it, that ruling the world of demons would be enough for her. But a part of her knew that she would never be satisfied. She had known it when Lilith's head had been at her feet, she had known it when countless others had followed. She contemplated her last kill, moving almost automatically towards a set of double doors, made out of obsidian Steel. The moment she approached them, they swung open to a large, circular room with a throne in its middle. Her throne. A head lay on the floor before it. She walked past the demons lining the walls without sparing them a glance and crossed to the head on the ground.
She suspended it in the air, turning it around with simple wrist movements. The head was badly mutilated, two long gashes drawn across the once handsome face like an X. Black blood dripped to the ground from the place she had cleanly cut it of, in a process of about 10 days, making sure he didn't die when she was bored with severing his neck inch by inch.
Empty eye sockets stared into hers, but she didn't flinch. Why should she? In her time here she had known only one emotion and that was hatred. Simple and pure. Hatred coursed through her veins every second of her existence, every time she closed her eyes and imagined that place she had once lived in, a place that had as much prison as this was, only without control. Now she wasn't the one bowing, she forced others to their knees, made them beg. And then she killed them.
She sat down on her throne, contemplating Lucifer's head. He had been an asset for a while, but she had soon realized that she didn't need anyone anymore.
Ana
Pain coursed through her, so sudden and human.
A face seemed to appear on the back of her mind. A faint memory that gradually planted itself firmly before her eyelids.
How could it be? How had she remembered? Her curse was unbreakable.
She cursed under her breath. A Shax demon exploded somewhere next to her.
After taking a few shaky breaths she managed to heave herself out the throne. Shaking, she walked past an array of serving demons, murdering each one of them with a look. No one could know about her breakdown, her sudden show of weakness.
When she finally entered her private chamber, a damp room with arching windows looking over her realm, her forehead was covered in sweat and she was shaking even more violently.
There was only one way to fix this. She closed her eyes and reached back to that far distant realm she had once forsaken.
Two people were fighting a demon in a sewer. They moved in a sort of unearthly harmony.
Parabatai
After an especially violent movement on of the figures hood slipped, revealing dark hair and eyes, set against an olive skin tone. The young woman was covered in Runes, but there was a word tattooed on her wrist.
Dawn.
After a while, the other figure beheaded the demon and turned.
For a long time, she stayed still. Another memory forced itself to the surface.
He had promised to keep her safe.
Instead he had made Alia one of his own, bonded their souls. She imagined him thinking that she wouldn't kill him if he stole part of Alia's soul. Alia, her beloved Alia. She had done everything for her and he had known.
If he thought that she wouldn't hurt him because of his bond with Alia, he was wrong. She hadn't slain every greater demon in Edom and seized it's throne to see Alia covered in those marks.
The queen, the nameless horror that ruled, stood up. He was going to die and she was going to kill him.
"Lucius Herondale"