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Challenge: [123] Monologues
Title: Contract
Word Count: 600! (originally 867, which is why I am so excited about that.)
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crimsoncookie, as usual, for beta and helping me to cut the word count, as well as pushing me to get it done. Oh, and to my friend Dave, who made me watch Hercules at 1 AM Friday night ♥
When the caverns of Hell open up with a scream, the Lord of the Dead turns his gaze towards the earth, to where the souls cross over. “Well…” Thin brows arch over sunken eyes. “Isn’t this a pretty sight.”
The Dark Fairy’s soul is falling from life, gliding shrieking from the surface into the pool of death, where it falls silent under general wails of posthumous misery.
The Lord of the Dead rises from his throne, serpentine features pulled into a smirk, and leisurely approaches the pool. “Bet you never thought you’d see me again, huh babe?” A grin, sharp as knives. “I meant to tell you—you know, before the Keyblade brat killed you? It was pretty fun. I mean, all of that dancing around we did. So what if we never actually got Kingdom Hearts, and some little squirt made us all look like idiots—so what?” His laugh is like flames licking harsh in the wind. “We had fun. We had tons of fun. We all got to see a little combat, and we all—how’d you put it?—let our hatred burn a little. too. fiercely.”
The soul twists, fighting for life. The Death God takes a step, body draped menacing over the pool. “You know, when you warned me about that? You should have remembered one thing: I’m a god. And guess what?” The grin twists his snakelike face, his eyes two sickly green slits in the deathlight. “Everyone comes to me in the end. Everyone.”
The soul writhes, fighting harder than any mortal's could. The God of Death tips his head, features pulled long in thought. In the corners of the room, shadows slink in the dark.
He lifts a spidery hand.
With a burningwhite flash, Maleficent stands in Death’s throne room, her hair an endless web of ebony silk, body draped in the white slip of death, skin pallid, eyes sunken and dull; the rage of Mab simmers murky in her gaze. “Hades.” Her mouth pulls into a shadowy smile. “How lovely to see you again.”
“Save it.” Hades approaches, fingers pressed together like long, jointed needles. “Let’s cut to the chase: how would you like to live again?”
The only sign of acknowledgment is a slight tip of her head. “I’ve long heard of the great Death God’s contracts, but I never thought I would someday be privy to one.”
The spark of The Deal glints in Hades’ eye. “You know me so, so well.” His fingers click, summoning parchment and pen. “Here’s the deal.” He is suddenly at her back, fingers coiling her shoulders. “I give you life. In exchange, you pledge yourself to me. I know what you’re thinking: don’t worry. You’ll get your revenge. We all want to see the Keyblade punk bite it. But, after that…” His smile glitters. “You’re mine.” Quickly: “Whaddaya say? Life after death, who could refuse? Just. Sign.” His grip on her shoulders tightens, pen floating in her vision.
In the following silence, the Fairy goes still. Then, with considered movements, she takes the pen—and signs.
Hades claps his hands, the contract disappearing. “Fabulous,” he hisses. “Now, about your return—”
His words are cut short as Maleficent thrusts her hand to the air. “Diablo!” Before the call subsides, a crow’s shriek rips the air, the bird soaring through the window, its talons outstretched, aimed for Maleficent’s chest—
An explosion of green and purple smoke fills the room, and Hades is reeling. “MALEFICENT!” he roars, skin burning red. “GET BACK HERE—WE WEREN’T FINISHED—”
Her laugh echoes until the fog disappears, leaving Hades alone, talking only to himself.
Challenge: [123] Monologues
Title: Contract
Word Count: 600! (originally 867, which is why I am so excited about that.)
Notes: Thanks to
crimsoncookie, as usual, for beta and helping me to cut the word count, as well as pushing me to get it done. Oh, and to my friend Dave, who made me watch Hercules at 1 AM Friday night ♥ When the caverns of Hell open up with a scream, the Lord of the Dead turns his gaze towards the earth, to where the souls cross over. “Well…” Thin brows arch over sunken eyes. “Isn’t this a pretty sight.”
The Dark Fairy’s soul is falling from life, gliding shrieking from the surface into the pool of death, where it falls silent under general wails of posthumous misery.
The Lord of the Dead rises from his throne, serpentine features pulled into a smirk, and leisurely approaches the pool. “Bet you never thought you’d see me again, huh babe?” A grin, sharp as knives. “I meant to tell you—you know, before the Keyblade brat killed you? It was pretty fun. I mean, all of that dancing around we did. So what if we never actually got Kingdom Hearts, and some little squirt made us all look like idiots—so what?” His laugh is like flames licking harsh in the wind. “We had fun. We had tons of fun. We all got to see a little combat, and we all—how’d you put it?—let our hatred burn a little. too. fiercely.”
The soul twists, fighting for life. The Death God takes a step, body draped menacing over the pool. “You know, when you warned me about that? You should have remembered one thing: I’m a god. And guess what?” The grin twists his snakelike face, his eyes two sickly green slits in the deathlight. “Everyone comes to me in the end. Everyone.”
The soul writhes, fighting harder than any mortal's could. The God of Death tips his head, features pulled long in thought. In the corners of the room, shadows slink in the dark.
He lifts a spidery hand.
With a burningwhite flash, Maleficent stands in Death’s throne room, her hair an endless web of ebony silk, body draped in the white slip of death, skin pallid, eyes sunken and dull; the rage of Mab simmers murky in her gaze. “Hades.” Her mouth pulls into a shadowy smile. “How lovely to see you again.”
“Save it.” Hades approaches, fingers pressed together like long, jointed needles. “Let’s cut to the chase: how would you like to live again?”
The only sign of acknowledgment is a slight tip of her head. “I’ve long heard of the great Death God’s contracts, but I never thought I would someday be privy to one.”
The spark of The Deal glints in Hades’ eye. “You know me so, so well.” His fingers click, summoning parchment and pen. “Here’s the deal.” He is suddenly at her back, fingers coiling her shoulders. “I give you life. In exchange, you pledge yourself to me. I know what you’re thinking: don’t worry. You’ll get your revenge. We all want to see the Keyblade punk bite it. But, after that…” His smile glitters. “You’re mine.” Quickly: “Whaddaya say? Life after death, who could refuse? Just. Sign.” His grip on her shoulders tightens, pen floating in her vision.
In the following silence, the Fairy goes still. Then, with considered movements, she takes the pen—and signs.
Hades claps his hands, the contract disappearing. “Fabulous,” he hisses. “Now, about your return—”
His words are cut short as Maleficent thrusts her hand to the air. “Diablo!” Before the call subsides, a crow’s shriek rips the air, the bird soaring through the window, its talons outstretched, aimed for Maleficent’s chest—
An explosion of green and purple smoke fills the room, and Hades is reeling. “MALEFICENT!” he roars, skin burning red. “GET BACK HERE—WE WEREN’T FINISHED—”
Her laugh echoes until the fog disappears, leaving Hades alone, talking only to himself.
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