Fairy of the underworld

                Death is always everywhere, no matter how far you run.

People always start fairy tales with once upon a time, but this is no fairy tale. My life never has been a fairy tale and never will it be one. Sometimes you hear of the people who live below, but most of the time it goes about the people who live above. Once I’ve been above, but it wasn’t a place for me. But below was the place where I belonged. Most of the people don’t understand how I could choose for this. How I was able to survive down there. Well the answer is simple, it’s my home and it’s where my soul belongs.

You hear stories about the dark and the light, but there all the same. Dark doesn’t mean evil, dark doesn’t mean lost. Dark is just another version of light. But I’m different, I’m not dark, I’m not evil, I’m worse than that.

People always say that the mystical creatures are beautiful and pure, that they don’t know hatred and darkness, but they are wrong. Most of the mystical creatures are like that, but then there are those who aren’t, those like me. My race is known as the most loving creatures in existence, my race loves the nature and anything that lives. Some of us are evil, some of us are dark, but none of them is like me. I wasn’t born in that world, I wasn’t born at all.

My soul was lost, never settling down, never feeling home, until I found my home. My soul finally was at peace and started to take shape, which was how I was created. Creatures were shocked when the met me, I look just like the rest, but I’m different. I’m the only fairy who lives here. I’m the fairy of the underworld.

Some of my race says that I’m deaths lover, but I’m not. I can’t explain, but here in the depths of the underworld is where I belong. I don’t care if the rest of my race is peaceful, I’m not. I’ve never been kind and never will be.

“Ignis!” Almost directly I turned around to meet with a face that I’ve seen way too much. A smile appeared at my face. “Yes?” I asked, knowing him, we will be up to no good. The only answer that I got was a soft laugh. Sometimes he was just acting like a little child. I punched him in the ribs. “You’re way to violent, you know that right?” I grinned. I knew I was violent, and at opportunities like this, I could help myself. He was an easy target and responded to everything I said. It is just too perfect to let it go.

“So, why are you here?” I looked at him. Even after all those years, he never changed one bit. All those who live down here never seem to age a single day. We are suspended in time you could say. We never age, we never lose beauty. Actually we are immortal, but we don’t like the word. I’ve been here for centuries and it never is boring down here.

“You know I promised you that I would take you to the in between, well I’m going to for full that promise right now,” he said with a grin. I looked at him and frowned, I’ve been asking for years now to go back up. Not to the above, no, to the in between. The land where time flows and all life ends one day. All souls live in the in between and all souls return to the in between. Souls can search for ages before they go back to the in between and start again. I’m one of the few who stayed here, who belonged here. Some souls stayed behind in the above. Souls are what you call immortal, no matter how many times they die, they always return to life.

“You’re not joking are you?” I asked, you never knew with him. “I would never joke about something like this.” I rolled with my eyes; he wasn’t that innocent as he liked to play, he would never be that innocent. “Okay, I believe you,” I said after a while. He reached out for me and I gave him my hand. I only felt the cold of his hand, there wasn’t one spark of warmth inside of him, but that didn’t bother me.

I walked with him through the halls till we reached the gateway. My eyes locked with the brown creature that was lying in front of the gateway. People always tell stories about the three headed hound, well he was real and lying in front of me. The hellhound or so do the stories call him. “Hey boy, could you move so we can enter the gate?” No matter who you were, or what your roll was, there are a few creatures that you must always approach with respect, this hellhound was one of them.