Love & Deceit

Epilogue

On a dark and gloomy night, somewhere, in Aurelis; the Dimension of the sun and moon, was a bleak, dank dungeon, its only inhabitants being the mice that live in the walls, skeletons of former prisoners...and a man with eyes as blue as the sky, scarlet hair as bright as the sun, and malnourished silver white skin; shackled and chained, battered and bruised, the man was waiting for his eternal damnation.

With every passing hour, every waking moment, he prayed. He prayed that someone would find him, before his weak frail body gave way, and he finally succumbed to the inevitable. The sound of rustling snapped the man's attention to the dungeon door, where a beautiful man, with sandy blonde hair and eyes the color of the ocean walked in. wordlessly, the beautiful man unclasped the prisoner's shackles using magic. The prisoner looked up at the man, startled.

"W-Who are you?"

The man looked back at the prisoner impassively.

"You'll know when the time is right, Deimos."

The next thing he knew, the world around him had warped, a large street, with the hustle and bustle of people rushing to get to wherever they were going, cars zooming across the road, cable cars going up inclined slopes painting the scene. Deimos looked at the beautiful man, with wide eyes.

"Where are we...?"

"San Francisco..." Deimos looked back at the beautiful man in confusion, forcing him to continue. "...Earth, Welcome back to society, Deimos...you're free."

And with that, the beautiful man disappeared. Leaving a very confused Deimos in the middle of the crowded street. Unsure of where to go, or what to do.

Meanwhile...

In the Dominon household, stood Ashton, who was impassive and stoic as usual, staring at his sister, who was up on the counter trying to reach the bottle of whiskey that Ashton had put on the top shelf. Ashton rolled his eyes at his sister.

"I put it up there for a reason, Raven."

"I'm not drunk...if that's...what...you're like...what's the word? Uhh...insinuating!" her words were coming out a slurred drunken mess, as she nearly fell off of the counter, causing Ashton to jump in panic, sighing heavily, he shook his head at his sister's antics.

"Okay, that's it."

Ash grabbed his sister by the waist, lifting her up and dragging her away from the liquor cabinet. She was kicking and punching him the entire time, in an attempt to get him to drop her.

"Let...go!!"

"Nope."

"ASHTON, LET GO!"

"Still not gonna happen."

He had carried her all the way from the kitchen to her bedroom, where he dropped her on her bed with a thud.

"Stay put, I'm going to get you some water for you to sober up."

"...I don't want water. I want more whiskey."

"Tough tits. You're getting water."

Raven simply crossed her arms and pouted. Looking like a sad puppy. Ash rolled his eyes, before sighing and walking out of the room. He went to the kitchen, filled up a glass of water from the tap, and leaned his head on the wall behind him. His phone chose that exact moment to ring, when he checked the caller ID he realized it was Matt, and answered straight away.

"How is she?"

"Pretty much what can be expected at this point."

"...She's drunk, again?"