Sin and Fear

Terror that Falls

In all honesty, which being the Devil, I have little of, I shouldn't have gone to sleep to run away from my problems. Honestly, I was there when Sandy fell, I should've known that all there was left for me in sleep was Nightmares and some very unpleasant memories, which were basically the same things in my case.

I was standing on a field, at sunset, the last tendrils of daylight burning me horribly. I screamed as agonizing pain shot up and down my body. Tears leaked out of my clenched eyes down my face. My knees buckled, but regardless of the pain and confusion, I crawled towards my sister. Her blond hair was spread around her, her golden skin carrying a warm glow. Her sky blue eyes were open, and she was still smiling horribly.

I remembered this moment.

The moment my sister was dead.

She was once known as the fire of the East. The fire inside of her, her lack of control, was the only thing I was ever truly terrified of.

Eleanor, my own sister. She was five years younger than I, but didn't have control. I loved her, but she was a monster. Yet she was human.

Suddenly, I saw dark crows start to pick at her corpse. Through the pain, I lifted a golden burnt hand to swat at them, shaking horribly. I set my jaw, and still the shaking, swatting at the damnable crows.

I broke all of their necks, and tossed them off my sisters body. The overwhelming fear I still had of her was still present. Finally the sun set, and the pain subsided. I closed her eyes as it started to rain.

"This is your fault," She said, appearing behind me, standing above me. I sighed through my nose as I felt horrible sadness grip me.

"I know." I whispered.

"You should have loved the light more than the dark Elena." She scolded, her voice empty and devoid of emotion. I laid back on the ground, and laughed. My voice was hard and crueler than it had ever been when I had talked to her.

"But then, I wouldn't have loved you Eleanor. It wasn't the darkness I feared, because I as well possessed that." I responded. Suddenly the scene changed, and all of the golden burns were thankfully gone. I was in the dark, nothing around me.

Pitch stepped out of the shadows a few feet away from me, and I stared into his yellow eyes, unsurprised. I didn't move. He didn't move. We just stood staring each other down.

"Why are you here?" I asked, and Pitch smiled smugly.

"I just want to talk," He answered, his voice smooth and accommodating. I smiled, cruel and hateful, almost turning it into a sneer.

"Really now? Where have I heard that before?" I interrupted, polite and cold as ever.

He smirked, his eyes burning through his grey form and the darkness surrounding him.

"To the point as always, I see. But, regardless of your suspicion, I give you my word. I'm only here to talk to you." He said, and I chuckled.

"I wonder if you say that because you know your word means nothing to me. But I'll play along, what do you want to talk about? I have a funeral to go to, so make it snappy." I said, and right as I said it, I felt my conscious mind pulling at me. I smirked, and bowed grandly.

"Don't think I won't be paying you back for Sandman either," I finished, and woke up. Light had entered through the door and Jack was sitting on the base board of the bed. I crawled out from under the bed, and my clothing changed into being totally black. Black dress shoes (not heels, they were inappropriate for funerals with all their damn clicking) black dress shirt and a black vest.

I tipped my hat over my eyes, so I couldn't see Jack.

"It's time?" I asked, and he looked away.

"Yeah." I tapped my walking stick, and I appeared where they were holding the funeral. Bunny turned and shot me a hateful look.

"What the hell is she doing here? She's not even a guardian-!" He yelled, and I scowled.

"You'd think one of Sandman's comrades would have more respect for him than to scream at his own funeral. Do us all a favor Rat, and keep your mouth shut." I snapped, looking at him coldly and daring him to do something. He cast one last disgusted look at me, before North put the candle on Sandy's stone. All of sudden, I was stricken with pain, and my body seized up rigidly. The moon shone brightly, and suddenly, I was flung out of the room by an unseen force. My back hit the wall hard, and only Jack flew after me. The other three didn't notice.

I coughed, well, it was really more like hacking and spitting up some blood, and I tried to stand. Blood ran out of my nose, and my vision blurred badly. I saw Jack's form come towards me, and hold me up. I stood, and chuckled.

"What happened?" Jack asked, holding me steady. I smirked darkly.

"I was being stupid, I can't go onto hallowed ground. Therefore: graveyards, and funerals, churches are off limits. The works. The minute the candle touched the ground, it became a sacred place." I explained, wiping the blood off my face. I straightened, and felt like I had a massive hangover. I took my silver flask out of my vest and chugged the burning whiskey.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, leaning down closer to me. I raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"In life, I was put through worse. Now I'm immortal, I think I can handle a couple of holy aneurisms." I said emotionlessly. He smiled, and I stared at him.

"I'm going to walk around outside," I said passively, turning to walk down the hallway. He flew in beside me, his blue eyes sparkling under his snow colored hair.

"I'll come with you. They probably don't want me in there anyway." He said, shrugging and looking away. I shrugged.

"At least I'll be in good company. It's sad I can't even go to the Sandman's funeral." I said softly, no emotion on my face. He bowed his head, like he was in shame. We came to a door, and I opened it, stepping out into the dark sky. We were on top of a mountain and surrounded by stars.

"Yeah, I'm going to miss the little guy." Jack said sadly, looking towards the snow. He turned his face towards mine, and his blue eyes locked with mine. "What was that plan you were talking about with North?" He asked. I sighed, and clenched my hand around my walking stick.

"It's something very dangerous that would tip the scales. It's something, that is the last resort. If I go through with it, you all would have to lock me up in a dark hole away from all humans until you won the war with Pitch." I said, my voice calculating and uncaring. After all, if it had to be done, I would do it and there would be no turning back.

"Yeah, but what is it exactly? What could be that dangerous?" He asked, gripping his wooden staff closer to him as he sat in the snow. I sat down as well, and suddenly a snow ball soared over my head.

"Wow, really impressive." I snapped, and Jack smiled. I sighed, and looked up at the Man who was in his kingdom of stars.

"Have you ever heard of Sin Eater's Jack?" I asked, truly curious. He shook his head, looking at me with his nearly electric blue eyes, giving me his full attention. I looked away again, and my face became hard and closed off. Jack noticed, and his eyes narrowing slightly, almost in concern.

"Sin Eaters were an old legend. They would collect money or other forms of payment, in exchange for consuming the person's sin's so that they'd be allowed in heaven. The Man gave me the same ability, but it works a little differently. See, sin will spread to everyone around me if I chose not to spread it willingly and I try to contain it. So, hypothetically, if I were to consume everyone's sin, I would not only revert back to my true form, but I would also spread it to anyone around me. I'd have to be locked up for it to work." I explained, polite and sad.

I didn't want to be locked up like a wild animal, but someone had to try to keep the balance. Jack's eyebrow's drew together.

"Why would you do that? How could that help bring back kids faith?" He whispered, looking at me with such sadness and regret in his eyes that it stabbed me in my black heart.

"Imagine, you have a father that beats you. A mother who lies in her room and does nothing for you; an older brother who's greedy and steals from you. All of that, is sin. Imagine, all those horrible family members, just waking up one day, and being nice. Saying they loved you for the first time in years. To a child? That's one of the best builders of faith you could have, especially around a holiday. That would tip the scales back in our direction." I said, and his face lit up with a smile.

"Why couldn't you have done that before?" He exclaimed, hugging me then flying through the air. I shook my head sadly, and tiredly rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"It's an extremely painful process, and it can be dangerous. If I'm not contained far enough underground, the results would be disastrous, not to mention, if I did it at the wrong time, the backlash from the sin being let back out would be borderline disastrous."

He dropped back down. "Oh. I didn't, I didn't think about that."

"Why do you want to remember who you were so badly, Jack?" I asked, looking at him through my cold eyes. I'll admit, I had a soft spot for him.

"I need to know. I need to know who I was, to know who I'm going to be." He said, looking down in deep though. I smiled crookedly.

"Words of a forgotten philosopher." I remarked, and he smirked rolling his eyes.

"Who were you-?" He started to ask, and my lips thinned into a frown.

"A monster best left forgotten." I snapped, my voice back to it's emotionless state. I didn't like talking about my past; ever.

There was only two good things about the past. One, that you could learn from it, and you'd never have to repeat the same mistakes over. Two, that it was the past, it and it stayed in the past. It would never come back unless you really wanted it to.

Needless to say, I didn't really want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry," Jack started again, and I laughed.

"Me too, but it's not a big deal. We should go see what North's doing." I said, standing up and offering him my hand so he could get up as well. He took it, and I held on tight, tapping my cane against the ground and appearing in Nikolas' office. The globe was beginning to darken, lights going out everywhere almost like dying embers of a fire.

"Shit," I swore, while Tooth gasped and Jack flew up to get a better look.

"Hey, buck up ya sad sacks. We can still turn this around. Easter is tomorrow, and I need your help. I saw we pull out all the stops, and we get those little lights flickering again!" The Rat said, but I had my doubts. Pitch knew what tomorrow was as well, and he was defiantly planning something.

The Guardians didn't think like I do. I know he's was going to be up to something, it was Pitch's nature to cause chaos.

I sighed again. I looked at North, who nodded.

"All the stops it is Rat." I said, and turned. Tooth buzzed around, looking back and forth between us. "You want me to protect the eggs before hand?" I asked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Yes. We need to stop Pitch."

"What's that mean? Sin!? North?" Tooth asked, and I walked out of the room. It was time to start preparing.

I smiled savagely. War it was, one of my favorite past times. Nothing like warfare, nothing like a good fight beforehand, it reminded me of the good days. My smile hardened. That was a long, long time ago.

They all walked out, and Jack hung back by me. My smile fell away in to my emotionless face. I had to time this very, very carefully, or else all could be ruined. I also had to make sure just the tiniest amount of sin leaked out to try and lessen the backlash of it all. When you tipped the scales that dramatically, they always tipped back in the opposite direction to balance things out. Ergo why Pitch was damn near forgotten for centuries; because The Man had to balance things out.

"Are you ready for this?" Jack asked, looking at me through concerned eyes. I stared at him, and smiled genuinely. I looked away from his handsome face.

"The Man said I had to help you. If this is what I need to do, then it will be done." I said simply, and Jack scoffed.

"Yeah, I get that, but how do you feel?" He asked, and I sighed.

"I'll explain it at the Rat's in the shadows. I won't be able to help anyone before nightfall anyway." I said, as the Rat and North argued. All of a sudden, the ground opened up beneath us, and we slid down it. I sat up, and swerved, narrowly avoiding the daylight. The Rat turned back to laugh, and I smiled evilly.

"Don't worry Rat. Manny gave me your soul to play with for Christmas, and I gave it to a very angry Cajun girl who knows voodoo and owes me a favor." I snarled, my smile becoming cruel and my voice serious. He looked frightened for a moment, before Jack soared ahead of him.

The all busted into the 'Warren', and I sensed the soul of a little girl.

"There's a little girl here," I said, just as everyone drew their weapons to attack. A small girl crawled out, and everyone hid their weapons. I laughed.

"Sophie?" Jack said, looking at the girl. The girl locked eyes with me, and I froze, glaring at her cruelly. She had bright green eyes and messy blond hair that probably hadn't been brushed in a while. She turned to Tooth, and I tensed.

The girl looked a little like my sister, except for her eyes, which were a thousand times more innocent and kind then Eleanor's had ever been, even when she wasn't the massacring monster I had grown to know.

"What is she doing here?!" Rat demanded, looking at the little girl. North patted down his pockets, his eyes wipe.

"Oops, snow globe." His accented voice answered.

"Crikey, somebody do something!" Bunny yelled, looking around for the girl he lost sight of. I rolled my eyes. For a Rat, he was really fucking over dramatic.

"Don't look at me, invisible, remember?" Jack said, smirking with his hands in the air. I held back a laugh, and smiled crookedly.

"Don't worry Bunny, I bet she's a fairy fan! Don't worry little one! I've got something to show you!" Tooth gushed as the girl stared at her, captivated. Tooth showed the girl something in her hand. "See all those little teeth! With little blood and guts on them, so pretty!" She gushed, and the girl screamed, running to me.

She ran behind my legs, holding on to them and looked at Tooth with a horrified face, before looking back up to me for some kind of verbal 'ok'. I held back a sneer, only because it was a kid, and I had a soft spot for them.

"Way to go guys." I said, while the little girl climbed on my back and on to my shoulders, taking off my hat and putting it on herself.

"When was the last time you guys actually hung out with kids?" Jack asked, as the girl giggled, and hugged my head. I moved out of the tunnel and into the shadows under the tree thing. The girl giggled harder, and I sighed through my nose. This was just sad, in my opinion. I mean, what little girl believes in the devil, and what little girl is forced to HIDE behind the devil in the face of their wondrous Guardians? There must be something wrong with her brain; maybe orphanages were putting chemicals in milk again.

"We are very busy bringing joy to children, we don't have time….for children," North said, and I could understand his point. He was actually busy, 24/7. I doubted the man ever slept, after all, that's a lot of toys he had to make. Bunny and Tooth I couldn't see as much. After all, Easter wasn't very wide spread and was only for little kids, like the Tooth Fairy was.

"If one little girl could ruin Easter, then we're in worse shape than I thought." He joked, twirling a snowflake between his fingers. The girl smiled, and climbed off of me, running after it. I shifted my hat on my head, and laid my hands back on my walking stick in the grey shadows as she left. She cast a look back at me, like she was asking a silent question. I smiled forcibly, and her face lit up, before she ran after it. The snow flake hit Bunny, then the chaos began.

I sat in the shadows and watched as everyone colored the armies of marching eggs, and how Bunny wasn't being such a jackass. I guess miracles can happen.

"I want spring time on every continent! And I'm bringing hope with me!" Bunny cried, and even I had to crack a smile at that. Spring was a time of rebirth, of new beginnings. If there was ever a holiday to defeat Pitch, it was Easter. Even if I though the Bunny should burn in hell alongside many, many greyhounds.

I stood, night was falling fast. There was no direct sunlight left, and I stepped out of the shadows, using my walking stick to help the last unholy leagues of eggs get colored. I saw Bunny and Jack having a moment, and left them to themselves. I narrowed my eyes, checking the shadows. Baby tooth buzzed around, and looked at me sadly, smiling. I raised an eyebrow, and she scattered apparently afraid.

Hmph.

It wasn't like I cared whether or not some gnat liked me; I wasn't supposed to be liked. I was supposed to be an example. I was evil, not good. Never good, no matter how soft I got. I hope the others weren't under the impression I was doing this for the greater good. I wasn't.

You do care some about the children though. Sacrifice reasoned. I scowled deeply.

But she does it to keep things even, no matter how much she cares for the children, it's not for them. She does it for a reason more than just to keep the balance. Depression said, and I bared my teeth, pushing them away.

Reasons don't matter when concerning the means.

"How 'bout I take her home," Jack started. I looked at him, and walked up to join the others.

"Jack, no," Tooth said, and I stared at her.

"I'll go with him. We'll be back soon enough." I said.

"Pitch is out there," She continued. Jack smiled, and put his staff out in front of him to make a point.

"No match for this." He said calmly. "Besides, Sin will be with me,"

"Which is why we need you here," Bunny said, seriously, glaring at me before looking at Jack again. I read between the lines. He didn't want me to go because he was scared I'd join up with Pitch. Stupid Rat Bastard, if I wanted to join up with Pitch, I would've killed him already to stop him from spreading suspicion about me to the others.

But, I couldn't argue this, of course. If I did, it'd only strengthen the mistrust Tooth and he had for me. Not so much Tooth, but him.

"Trust me, I'll be quick as a bunny," He said, smiling. I rolled my eyes. Real smooth.

"Okay," Bunny said, and Jack scooped up the child. I looked to Jack, my eyes cool. By the look in his eyes, I knew he hadn't forgotten the discussion about 'story' earlier.

"We're not flying." I stated, laying my hand on his shoulder. I tapped my walking stick against the green grass. We appeared in her bedroom, and Jack set her down (well, forcibly detached her from his neck) and she accidently dropped to the floor. I smiled.

"Well done." I whispered, my voice polite.

He laughed nervously, and just covered her with a blanket. Baby Tooth squeaked.

"Sophie, is that you?" Her (I assume) mother called. I calmly grabbed Jack's hand and Baby Tooth grabbed his sweater. I tapped my walking stick once again, and we were on the roof. He looked over at me, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks," Jack said, and Baby Tooth squeaked an agreement, or at least, I think she did. I stood tall in the cool air around me, taking a spilt second to enjoy the view of the dark heavens surrounding me.

"Don't mention it." I said, letting my words carry a hint of seriousness. He glanced up at me sharply, and I smiled cynically.

"Now, you wanted to know why I wasn't upset about putting myself in an immense amount of pain to help you just because the Man asked me too?" I said, wanting to get this over with.

"Yeah, I want to know. I don't think it's fair for you, it's just…wrong." He said, frowning. I laughed.

"Of all the things you could've said. I'm evil, Jack. There's no two ways about it." I said, looking at him from the shadows under my hat. He stared back, his blue eyes making me feel like I jumped into an icy lake.

"Pitch is evil, not you. You wouldn't help us if you weren't evil." Frost said, determined. I titled my head back to stare at the moon.

"All my life, and after life, this is never what I wanted. It's my fault, and that's why I don't care. If I have to suffer to save people now, to pay for my past sin's, than I will." I said, listlessly, letting my control slip. Bet no one liked to tell stories about how the Devil didn't like her job, didn't like her life. How she didn't want to be evil, just wanted to help people.

No one liked to say those things. It was always about how I tempted people, how I stole peoples souls and hearts, breaking their humanity.

"What could you have done when you were alive?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"I had a sister. Her name was Eleanor, and she was my greatest sin. When the light burns me, when I can't enter sacred places, or touch holy items. It's because of her." I said softly. Jack shook his head, and my grip on the walking stick increased.

"It couldn't have been that bad, what did you?"

I laughed harshly, my voice echoing out across the night air, harsh and cruel.

"I loved the darkness in her more than the light," I answered, and his eyes slipped from mine, unfocused, like he was thinking deeply.

"Hell, this shit is starting to depress me. I'd like to get back so I can give the Rat some hell before I go down into a hole." I said, smirking. His eyes sharpened and brightened, locking back on to mine.

"Fine, but we fly back." Frost challenged. I smiled, my eyes cruel as ever, but my face softening. I tipped my hat down, and the smiled turned into a cruel grin.

"If I get burned by the sunlight, I'll rip off your limbs." I said emotionlessly, before laughing. Frost raised an eyebrow.

We took off, my wings forming out of blue flame from my back. We flew over the forests and the trees before I noticed Jack pause in front of me, dropping down into the woods.


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