Week #39: The Hearts Filthy Lesson

This was to be the last—the seventh of two times that—the end to it all, the final release, the final retribution.

He removed the horned mask from the faceless clay figure pulsing with the humanity of sacrifice, waiting to be brought into being, to reign once more.

But he had lost the child. He could take the girl, he knew. But for the first time he knew love, painful and unrequited, and it wasn't vengeance he felt.

Collapsing to one knee, the mask clattered to the floor and cracked.

And for the first time, the Goblin King wept.

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Author's Note:

Disclaimer: Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co; The Hearts Filthy Lesson (c) David Bowie