Cora is a chilling force, the dagger clutched in her aged hand, her eyes glowing with insatiable greed and power that rivals that of the Dark One himself. The woman that is no longer Belle swallows in fear, her hair flying around her face as gale-force winds rip past trees, tearing everything in their small town apart. The mayor laughs, her dark eyes vibrant with something the woman can't quite place, and the friend she used to know stands beside her, her eyes glittering amber, or is that just the light?
The man that she's come to know as Mr. Gold stands in front of Neal and Emma tries her best to shield Henry from the storm brewing with purple smoke and fire and the smell of brimstone that makes her think she might have just stepped into hell. Cora lifts the dagger in the air, the man with the hook staring up at it greedily as he stands beside her, and she smiles; a cruel, twisted gesture that sends shivers of warning slithering down not-Belle's spine.
Is the knife…glowing?
"By the power of the Dark One", and Mr. Gold takes a step forward, either in warning or in shock, she's not completely sure, his face a mask of panic as his eyes dart around blindly, hopelessly searching for a way out, "I command thee," Cora purrs, her voice as smooth as honey yet as rough as sandpaper, her face lit up with glee.
Mr. Gold stops, then, and Neal takes Emma's hand and pulls her behind him, keeping Henry there beside her as he slowly backs away from his father, his eyes wide with fear as he watches the only man he's ever loved, the only father he's ever known, turn dark with magic, his eyes swirling into a black as dark as midnight, his face going slack and emotionless.
Regina cocks her head, her lips parting in disbelief as Mr. Gold drops his cane, smoothly walking over to Cora, his black eyes trained on the name written on the ancient blade in her hands, once tainted with deep crimson blood against a desperate night sky.
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