A/N: Light was what destroyed Griffin and Valtor's relationship but she needs to find some more of that if she wants to survive the darkness he left in her soul.
Night was the time when witches were at their best, when their spells were strongest and they made their moves, when the darkness wasn't just inside them but everywhere around them as well and the light coming from the moon was only a warped reflection of the sun rays that didn't have enough strength to chase away the shadows and they swallowed everything, deciding on a whim whether to spit it back out in the morning or not. Night had been their time as well, when they'd been together and it had been just the two of them, no missions and dangers, no ambitions and goals, and nothing to keep their attention off each other, their passion for each other running free and unrestricted as it only could in the darkness where it was kept safe. So it had been logical for their love to fall apart during the day.
She'd loved the quiet of the mornings when she'd always been the first to wake and she could look at Valtor who'd still been asleep next to her in her bed. Or it had been her who'd been in his bed – it had depended on the perspective. Either way, it had never been their bed. It just hadn't been meant to be. And Griffin suspected that somewhere deep down she'd always known that. Still, she'd loved to watch him while he slept. It had been the only time she could see the real him. In the day he'd been wearing the veneer of arrogance like a second skin, and at night she'd been too busy exploring his body and enjoying his touch on her skin for her to care about anything else. But when he'd been asleep and the early rays of sunlight had softly caressed his face, she'd been given the opportunity to see through him.
He looked like an angel, and held the soul of a demon, a beast, a monster. And it had scared her as much as it had excited her, for she knew how to deal with monsters, but she'd had no clue how to stop herself from falling in the inviting embrace of the angel. And in the hesitant light of the dawn everything had seemed softer, kinder, friendlier. It had seemed like they could have been happy. And she'd wanted to freeze the sun in that moment because the bright light of the day revealed all the ugly parts that had simply looked mysterious and tempting at daybreak. And how could her light be the source of the strongest darkness in the universe?
It had hurt to accept it, to leave him and betray not only him but herself as well. But really, it was her own damn fault. He might have been made from the Dragon Fire but he'd never been meant to be on the side of light, and she'd known that. He was darkness powered by the strongest source pf magic, the darkness that could snuff out all the light, and she had to stop him. She had to find another source of light for herself to chase away Valtor's shadows from her soul. So she'd decided to take the hand Faragonda had offered her and join the Company of Light. Maybe that could restore the balance in her soul.