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Her red hair is fanned out around her head like rays on a pale sun. Her eyes are closed, her lids a translucent lavender. Her wrists and ankles are chained to the bed, but otherwise she appears to be sleeping peacefully. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes quietly.
Her son, Jonathan, sits by her side. He has not seen her since she left his father, Valentine, and he is filled with loathing for her. She completely abandoned him, just a small child, and ran away to the mundane world. Jonathan snickers when he thinks about this. She actually lived like one of them, bringing up his sister Clarissa in their world. She should have known she couldn't hide that long. That Valentine would find her, make her pay for what she did all those years ago.
But as he looks at her still form, he can see why Valentine loved her. Why he trusted her, why they had two children together. Even in unconsciousness, she is beautiful. Her face is open and honest, seemingly incapable of lying. Her features look like Jonathan's own, slightly pointed and long. He can see why he told her everything, but he still can't believe he did.
He leans down to her ear, almost tenderly brushing a lock of dark red hair away from her cheek. Then he cups his hands around his mouth, bringing it to her ear, and whispers in a soft tone that contradicts his harsh words, "You can rot in hell, Jocelyn Morgenstern. I'll make sure of that."
Mama, we all go to hell / Mama, we all go to hell / I'm writing this letter and wishing you well / Mama, we all go to hell / Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die / Mama, we're all gonna die / Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry / Mama, we're all gonna die / And when we go don't blame us / We'll let the fires just bathe us / You made us oh so famous / We'll never let you go / And when you go don't return to me, my love / Mama, we're all full of lies / Mama, we're meant for the flies / And right now they're building a coffin your size / Mama, we're all full of lies / Well, Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue / You should have raised a baby girl / I should have been a better son / If you could coddle the infection /They can amputate at once / You should have been, I could have been a better son / And when we go don't blame us / We'll let the fires just bathe us/ You made us oh so famous / We'll never let you go / She said, "You ain't no son of mine" / For what you done they're gonna find / A place for you and just you mind / Your manners when you go / And when you go don't return to me, my love / Mama, we all go to hell / Mama, we all go to hell / It's really quite pleasant except for the smell / Mama, we all go to hell / And if you would call me your sweetheart / I'd maybe then sing you a song / But there's shit that I've done / With this fuck of a gun / You would cry out your eyes all along / We're damned after all / Through fortune and flame we fall / And if you can stay then I'll show you the way / To return from the ashes you call / We all carry on / When our brothers in arms are gone / So raise your glass high / For tomorrow we die / And return from the ashes you call