Hey people this is a fic I just started and don't worry I'm still going on with Champagne and Caviar. But I had an urge to do a darker fic and came up with this. Is short and my darling editor hasn't seen it yet so be gentle. Let me know what you think and tell me if I should continue it. Love u all
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His eyes lingered on her features.
The curve of her neck, the slant of her eye, the shape of her legs. Her musky scent still lingered in his memory teasing him with the past, with questions of what could have been. His fingertips burned with the memory of her velvety pearl flesh underneath his. Her soft cries, her moans, her pleas.
She hadn't changed in the slightest.
A thousand years had passed, but every hair was as it was, every gesture unchanged. He closed his eyes and glanced away his heart aching with feelings that remained unacknowledged, abandoned, forgotten. She had destroyed everything that was dear to him, slaughtered millions in order to sate her own greed for power. He had been blind enough to let her do it. It had cost him his life and his kingdom. However his life-force was entwined with that of his planet. As long as earth revolved around the sun he would be alive. He had waited, his anger festering and building-finally crying out for revenge. Thus when the Moon Kingdom destroyed Beryl he claimed the power of the negaverse.
He was going to kill her, but first he would annihilate every essence of what made her life meaningful.
He turned and resumed looking through her window. At that moment the adjoining bathroom door was opened revealing her lover. Endymion watched as she smiled playfully at him, opened her arms to him. He glared as another man kissed the woman that had sworn to be his. The same man ran a finger down her neck, caressed her stomach, kissed her collarbone. Her eyes closed blissfully, her lips parting ever so slightly, her back arching into the arms of her new lover.
To imagine that I thought she was innocent.
He could feel his eyes darkening, their normally sapphire hue overtaken by consuming ebony. Such was the case when anger consumed him. His fingers began to itch, daring him to use his powers, to damn the plans to hell and kill her then and there. His fury was outmatched by the deep resonance of sorrow that filled a barren chest. Whatever mercy he may have felt was destroyed as he watched the woman he had loved, sworn to forever treasure making love to another man.
"I will be your last Serenity. I promise you that."