Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Of Angels and Demons

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you’ll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

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Darkness wasn’t something to take lightly. It was ever consuming, a constant that ever actually went away. Darkness could take over a soul as quickly as it could snuff out a light. He never questioned the darkness, only loathed his brother for sentencing him to roam the dark halls of his prison. Of his palace. Death was not ever far behind darkness, death was the inevitable darkness that is waiting for each person once they have met their fate.

The white haired god looked angelic. Surrounded by the darkness of his palace, the hard black marble of the floors and the crystal chandeliers that hung from the black spiked ceilings. Everything was bathed in pitch black and a deep red. Everything except for him. Humans had this odd idea that the god of the underworld was ugly and distorted when in actuality he was one of the most beautiful of the pantheon. He had to be for who else to lure the souls of the dead to their eternal demise in Tartarus or be trusted to lead them to the Elysium fields of the blessed?

The myths of the humans were usually distorted, told to scare each other into submission rather than ring of truth that was the tales of the gods.

He went by Jack. He walked down the dark fire lit halls of his palace, his pale features glowed like an angel among the shadows. White hair with the bluest eyes that even Poseidon was envious of. His skin was a luminescent pale, his lips were always curved into a slight frown with few exceptions. He strode in his black trousers, a black cloak over his shoulders billowed behind him as he walked to the gate where he knew he would find her.

His bare feet could not move fast enough and he thought of shadow walking but did not want to frighten her again.

He stood at the entrance of the underworld, waiting with blue eyes scanning the doorway that only that of a god or death could pass. His breath caught when he saw her moving through the dark waters and even the sickly skeletal form of Charon looked upon his master to see if it was true. The moment she came into his vision, his lips turned into a smile. A smile so bright and white any one would’ve thought it belonged to Zeus himself.

As soon as the ferry hit the dock, the woman upon in dressed in the finest silks and gold jumped with bare feet onto the wood. She smiled, her smile that lit up the darkness of the passage way, a smile that even tamed Cerberus. Her golden hair was long and brushed the backs of her thighs, she was petite and had the deepest eyes of spring one had ever seen. Her skin was kissed by the sun and was warm to the touch, her lips were made to be kissed and even Cupid envied them. She was a light in the darkness and the god of the underworld opened his arms to her as she ran into them.

“Jack!” she cried out in happiness, hugging the lord of the darkness with not a care in the world. “I missed you.”

Jack smiled into her hair and took in the scent of flowers and summer, “I missed you too, princess.” He said softly.

The humans always got the myths wrong. He never forced Rapunzel, the daughter of Demeter, to come to the underworld and force her to stay with him as his wife. No, it was never so violent because his Rapunzel had no an unkind bone in her body. The day he had seen her in her fields, picking flowers, he was enraged by Zeus’ refusal once more to let him back to Olympus. He stormed into her field and demanded what made him so hated. She had not been able to answer, only looked at him with fright before she noticed his distress.

She had talked with him, given him flowers and treated him as an equal. He had fallen in love with her the moment she had touched him and not ran at the cool temperature of his skin. Humans never took into account that she might have fallen in love with the handsome god of the underworld as well. She was thrilled by the adventure he held, bored with her life as a goddess under her mothers thumb. She had willingly became his wife. It was Gothel who had intervened, threatening the world with a cold death until her child was returned to the living. Rapunzel chose to partake of the fruit of the underworld so that they could not take her away for good.