Cuts marked her face, blood trickling down her pale skin and a long ribbon of her precious ruby blood draped across her neck. Red suited her. But the sight of her dead body still disgusted him. He could still feel the fire from the open furnace. He turned to look at it. The flames beckoned to him, begging for the woman so that they could welcome her home. Suddenly, he was facing the hellfire face to face with Mrs. Lovett in his arms.
"Hell awaits us, Mrs. Lovett. Ladies first…" With that, he threw her into the fire and shut the doors to the gateway of hell. Smoke bellowed and he could feel the heat grow as the demons welcomed one of their own to where she belonged. A strange sense of peace crept over him--fate allowed him to complete his revenge. But the sight of the angel he slaughtered reminded him of the price for asking hell to assist him.
After fifteen long years, he will have had the chance to touch heaven one last time before they were separated again--this time for eternity. It would sting a little…
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful…