A/N: I just finished reading the Van Alen Legacy today. Kingsley's death was hardly justified or given the elaboration that it deserved. R.I.P. to my favorite character and the best reformed silver blood and Venator of blue bloods. And damn… I hate Schuyler. So on with the story, a short tale of Kingsley's point of view of his last moments on Earth.
Disclaimer: The quotes are mostly word for word from chapter 64 of the Van Alen Legacy. I don't own Blue Bloods, but I own my idea and my creative rights.
He trembled as he and the demon battled for their dear lives. Neither dared to move an inch, his sword poised at its heart and its spear ready to strike his neck. While he has already decided upon the outcome, he could not help but to yearn to see her one last time. As always, his angel showed up promptly on time. He always got his way, didn't he? As usual, she made a grand entrance in the transfiguration of a magnificent black phoenix, saving the half-blood girl. She's such softie. He thought as he smiled his cocky smile. She hated that girl with such a passion yet she saves her foe without a second thought. She was the same back in their past life in Rome. When she was Agrippina and he Gemellus. She who was born of dark matter as the angel of death, how ironic that she had the purest and kindest of hearts. She who befriended him when none else would. She who had shown him the act of love and care. He remembered. He remembered everything.
"Not bad, Force." he said. She turned around instantly at the sound of his voice. She ran toward him with haste. If I can just… maybe if I… she began to think. He heard her thoughts as if she were hollering them to the world. He always kept close tabs on what she was thinking.
"Stay right where you are, Force," he said slowly with the most grave, order that he can conjure up. "Don't come any closer."
"Why? What are you going to do?" she cried out. He didn't answer her, she already knew. He began calling up a subvertio, a white hole of death that will instantaneously send both him and Leviathan to the deepest depths of hell. A permanent placement, it was too serious for even him to think about, but he had made up his mind already.
"I'm going to destroy the path, it's the only way." he said to her in all seriousness.
"Don't." she shook her head. Her eyes were glistening.
"Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine." he said. "Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then… but maybe weakness is a strength of a kind." he saw her as she pressed her face as close as she can against the iron bars that separated them. He looked directly at her deep, green eyes. You don't understand, she thought. I can't, she was going to say to him earlier. I can't do this. I'm coming with you. He already knew.
"Kingsley, I…" Kingsley smiled his overconfident grin. I know. He sent in the telepathic channel that only the two of them shared, although he knew that she didn't hear him.
Without another word, he called upon the subvertio the spell that ended it all, the spell that drew Leviathan to the only place in the universe where it belonged, the spell that took him away from his love for the rest of eternity. The ground rumbled and the walls shook. The iron gate that divided him and Mimi shattered as if it were made of the most delicate of glass. The ground underneath their feet cracked open, dragging the two into hell. But even though he was about to meet his demise, all he could do was gaze at Mimi, gaze at his love the entire time. It was the last time he will get to see her.
Azrael…
And just like that, he disappeared into the chamber of the damned for the rest of eternity.