Drabble A Day: April 11th
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: AU, random; outsider POV; Hell and tortures; unbeta'ed
Characters: mentions of canon characters, some AU
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~360
Spoilers: S3's end. S4 far as Hell is concerned.
A/N: The quote that begins this is not mine. However, I couldn't really concentrate, hold onto a thought.
He was mortal once, as were we all.
But even then, he was beautiful; it was a pleasure to watch his visage melt in the flames, molded by the fires, until only the very core of him remained. Soul stripped past even its very bones, it was a delight to see his beauty endure.
It doesn't matter how long it took. Years, perhaps, or merely just hours; time ceases to exist when you have fun. His cries grew from pain to pleasure, his dreams into desires as we worked, nailed his nerves into the bedrock, freed him from the flesh.
That's when he took the tools we offered him, ran the razors all over his own reasons, placed the pokers into the pits of his heart, accepted the acid with aplomb. Chose to seek the secret spots of his soul, memories making him moan.
No one came for him. It's but rarely that such a thing happens; a boy here, a poet there, but the hellward souls are ours to keep. Usually.
We expected something to happen. We thought his brother would try something.
But the gates remained closed and no one came for him.
And so it continued. Ghosts of guts and gore until he could grow past them, forget all but what he loved, and embrace the excitement of ever-lasting life.
We marched similes of his kin in front of him; his final test. All those who he'd ever loved, cherished, held near and dear to his heart...
He never even blinked, slicing into the souls with precision that made me proud.
That's when we let him out into the world, in order to fulfill his part in the Plan.
The only thing I regret is that I will most likely miss the moment the failed Boy King recognizes what has become of his brother...
Oh, something shiny!