Hey guys! From a random urge, I decided to rewrite my very first fan fiction ever! The main reason I rewriting this is to improve the quality of writing and to add hints and such to what will happen in Revenge and the story after that. This version isn't going to much different than the original; I'll maybe add a few new scenes and mention some of the characters that appear in Revenge. That all being said, enjoy!
Prologue
The Underworld wasn't a place any person would want to go. It doesn't matter where you're from or what your religion is, the Underworld was a place you wanted to avoid with all your might.
If you did end up there, it wouldn't be what you expected. Contrary to popular belief, the Underworld wasn't filled with fire and screaming and torture and all the other horrible things that it's often associated with. One would be even more surprised to know that the dead didn't even roam here. The only ones that roam here are the warriors Lucifer had chosen and trained. The warriors all had something in common: they had forgotten everything about their lives before being chosen.
Lucifer watched with a cruel smile as his warriors were training and sparring with each other. There were only 6 warriors. Two girls and four boys. His smile became wider as he saw his best warrior and the eldest, a feisty blonde, defeat the triplets with ease. He nearly chuckled as the youngest girl, an equally feisty brunette, pinned the newest member to the floor.
As the brunette helped the boy up, Lucifer walked away and sat down on his black throne, staring at the image in the glass globe perched on an extravagant pedestal. The image was of a woman. If Lucifer hadn't known who she was, he would have been smitten by her beauty in an instant but he wasn't interested in the woman. He was more interested in what she will have in little over 20 years. As he stared, he didn't sense that presence of another in the room.
"I see you've taking an interest in the Guardian of Nature." said a silky voice from the shadows adjacent to Lucifer. If he was startled, Lucifer didn't show it. He waved his hand and the image disappeared.
"I'm not interested in her." He hissed, "I'm interested in what she'll have." He stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. Though it had been centuries since he's last heard that voice, Lucifer would recognize it anywhere. "I wouldn't expect you in a place like this, Pitch." From the shadows, a man appeared. He was tall with black hair, a lithe body and silver-gold yellow eyes.
"And I couldn't imagine you in any other place." Pitch teased with a grin, showing off his pointed teeth.
"You know as well as I do that I'm trapped in this realm of eternal darkness." Lucifer replied sourly as he sat back down in the throne. "What do you want, Pitch? If you have no business here then leave me!" Pitch walked silently to the globe, placing a hand on the glass,
"I want you to conjure a curse for me." He said as he slowly walked around the pedestal, eyes glued on the glass.
"Which one?" Lucifer asked. Pitch looked up to meet his gaze,
"Sleeping Death." Lucifer stared for a moment before letting out a deep chuckle,
"That curse is pathetic." He managed to say through the chuckle, "Why do you want that one? There are plenty more that I can conjure, much more gruesome and painful than Sleeping Death." He let out another chuckle but Pitch was not amused.
"Because this curse is incurable," He replied nonchalantly. "And I need a guarantee that a certain someone will die."
"You must really want this person dead." Pitch nodded and looked back at the globe, almost absentmindedly. With a sigh, Lucifer stood up,
"Very well." He mumbled. Pitch stepped away from the globe and looked at him. "I'll give you the curse," Lucifer continued, "But what will I get in return?" Pitch smirked,
"How does a guaranteed revenge to the ones that banished you here sound?" Lucifer became dead silent. Pitch smiled, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't be able to resist an offer like that.
"And how do you intend on giving me this?"
"By killing the ones they've chosen." Lucifer was silent but inside he felt like he could burst. He had been trapped here for centuries and now someone was giving him an opportunity for revenge.
"You have a deal." He held up his white, paper thin hand. He flicked his other hand, coloured blood red and covered with sores, and in his white hand a bright red apple appeared. Pitch stepped forward and took the fruit from Lucifer,
"Thank you." He said almost sarcastically.
"But be warned," Lucifer threatened, pointing a finger to add emphasis, "If you fail, I will personally trap you here for eternity." In response to the threat, Pitch smirked,
"I won't fail. I guarantee it."
"Good" Lucifer turned around with a swish of his dark cloak and sat back down on his throne. Pitch walked to the shadows but stopped when Lucifer interrupted
"Before you leave, tell me who you intent to kill with this curse."
Pitch turned with an evil smile and said, as he disappeared into the shadows
"Jack Frost"
Ok, this chapter had some major changes compared to the original. The deals are different, Pitch is revealed much earlier, etc. I realize that this'll change a lot but it doesn't affect the occurrences in Revenge. I'm not sure how I'll do when it comes to updating because I'm still busy with Until the End and Revenge and I'm finding it hard to update those on a regular basis. If this story does as well as the original did, I'll try to update more but I can't promise anything. Review, favourite, follow.