The Hunt.

She had left that life behind to start anew.

This time was to be the last time.

This time made her believe.

She was devastated.

He left her with question, and an unborn.

Even that wouldn't last.


The flesh peeled from his hand again, as it had done so many times before. He stopped feeling it, the only pain that made him suffer was seeing her, living her life toward a fast end. The flames licked up his arm, to his shoulder, then down his back.

"Son of the Destroyer, did you think your life would be so bad here? Being who and what you are, there have been leniences, considering your status, but your Father is still well above upset, and angry with you." The voice seemed to come from all around him, echoing through his mind and body, what was left of each. "He's going to watch you, and enjoy your suffering until the end of days."

Time was different in the pit. A few days on Earth, meant a few years in the burning darkness. In that time, his suffering had been great, but there was something else that they hadn't planned on, His growth. The priest had died. Taken his life in a vain attempt to save his unborn, and his love. The beast remained. Being the blood of The Destroyer, he embraced the darkness. Practice, time, patience and need were all he had for company in Hell. He knew of her suffering, he knew of her pain, as much as his own.

Now the time had come, to make his way back to her, take his rightful place with her, that is if she would still let him. If she would still have him. Darkness was his now, and it was through that he moved. Back to familiar streets, toward the familiar cobblestone before the store and apartment.

His place was taken in watch.

And now, he would wait.