Collection of Drabbles

Hell Bound.

Darkness pulled at the corners of his mind, the glint of fire rustling between the iron and stone that walled the expanse beyond. Walls of bone, and streams of blood running through desert landscape, with creatures scouring the gravel and ruins of an old dilapidated city that lied beyond. The city was home to him in another life, but since being bound to Hell, this had become a cell of sorts. This was his prison, his solitude, which he assumed he probably deserved after all of those years of killing and plotting for death.

She’d been his ray of light in the dark, fire to fire, but she left no ashes behind as he left destruction in his wake. She left creation and life, a sweet garden of heaven that he relished to follow and wanted to keep hidden to himself. Just like the garden Persephone grew beside Hades domain. He would do anything to keep her, even if it meant binding him to her, or manipulating her sweet mind. He would worm his way through the good, and twist it into a painful knot that she couldn’t refuse. Just like he had now, he knew beneath the liquid, beneath the surface that his mind was corrupt. That his thoughts were mangled and confused between this one and the next, sometimes they’d surprise him, and sometimes they’d disgust him to his very core. The latter occurred more than the former, the badness sat comfortably with his state. He watched from the corner of his eyes, the blackness sinking deep into green, that was staring at the stone expanse in front of her.

The life and hope in her eyes shone bright against everything else around her, she truly was what others had called her. An angel. Her heart was pure and fire burned within the pits of her, she was a true beauty. The forbidden flower that would only hurt him more to touch. As he stared down into the direction as hers, meeting the same picture of her close friends and loved ones bound to the floor by their knees. He’d done that, he held the power. He turned to his side, hell is bound. Just like he was bound to her, whether she accepted it or not. He waited all this his years for sweet relief, to escape to the free unknown, to leave behind people and places he despised. Just like those in front of him, though he could never harm any, for losing her would hurt all the more. He expected heaven and all it’s glory. Which he got with her, the girl with the talented mind. The thought of being able to deal and being able to make it would be the biggest pleasure, but in reality, he never guessed the woman leading him down to the devil’s lair would be her.

What he had made her to be.

The darkness was stronger than he was, and the opportunity of saving her friends, over actually being with him drove the darkness deeper. Making it cocoon around his mind and heart, causing those bursts of evil. There was no getting away. He was bound to hell, and had been from birth, just as she had been bound to him for that time. She had always been there, and he would keep her, even if it killed him.

His sister.

His Clary.

His queen.