A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever fanfic. Just want to make a few housekeeping points before we carry on.
This story is rated M for a reason. It will include:
- blood
- swearing
- violence
- mature themes
I won't tell you when, because spoilers. So this is the only warning I will give. If you don't like any of the above, don't read past here.
For those who wish to carry on: thanks for checking out my story, and I hope you enjoy it :)
Back in his element at the bottom of his lair, Pitch was able to beat his nightmares back into submission. They whinnied and retreated into the shadows, leaving Pitch to glower at his globe alone. All over the sculpture, bright lights twinkled mockingly. With an enraged scream, he launched handful after handful of black sand at the globe until he was panting. The sand trickled harmlessly to the ground and Pitch instead turned his eyes to the moon he could not see.
"Is it so bad to want to be believed in?" he yelled. "To want to get out of the shadows and from underneath the beds?"
No response. With a frustrated sigh, Pitch strode to his globe and fixed his eyes on the brightest light of all – the one belonging to Jack Frost's first little believer.
"Your Guardians may have won today, old friend," he snarled, touching the light with a long slender finger. "But they can never truly be rid of me. Fear will always exist, and so long as it does, so will I."
He crushed the light as if it was a bug. "I'll be back, and the Guardians will rue the day they ever tried to defeat me."
He looked back up at the ceiling, to where he knew the moon was watching him. "I will destroy everything you've created. I swear it."