Demona
Author's Note: This fic is about Demona's feelings after she repents, which she inevitably will (or would have, if the show had continued) at some point.
YEAR: 2250
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
My life is a sham.
Ever since my glory days at Castle Wyvern (when it was still in Scotland, instead of on the roof of that fool Xanatos's building!), ever since that night of the raid, the Viking attack that would change the lives of me and my former clan forever, I have lived a lie.
I made the deal with the captain. The bargain to lure the Vikings to the stone fortress. The idea to get rid of all the humans in the vicinity. Looking back now, centuries later, I know now how foolish the compromise was. The captain had promised me that we would be safe, that my clan would thrive greatly. I should've known better.
I regret my actions now. For a thousand years, I have tried to convince myself that the stone curse upon my love and the select few who also survived, as well as the destruction of the rest of my clan, were not my responsibility. That their blood was not on my hands. I couldn't handle the guilt. The shame. The remorse.
Which is why I've hated humans; it was just easier for me to blame them all.
But in my hatred, in my despicable loathing of mankind, my rage and denial cost me the only gargoyle that ever really cared for me. The one love that I actually thought I'd be with forever. Goliath.
Of course he's long dead, just stone and dust now. Nothing more then a statue. Once more my former mate has delved into a long slumber, only this time, he would not wake up ever again, and once again, like before, I was alone.
Even when he was alive, after my true colors were revealed in 1994 Manhattan, he had abandoned me. Turned his back on me for a human woman. Chalk up one more reason for my hatred towards humans. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I was jealous. So very jealous, in fact, that I have tried to kill those whom once meant so much to me. But they all survived, luckily. Especially Goliath. If I had killed him shortly after his reawakening, he might not have gone for months, and I never would have found the love of my daughter, Angela.
Just thinking of her is enough to bring tears to my eyes. She is also long dead, joined once again with her father. After the last time I had used her, that incident involving the stealth hunter, she had disowned me as her relation. Had, just like Goliath, refused to want to have anything to do with me. I never thought I would ever feel sorrow before, but when she rejected me, I cried. It was unbelievable, and I was surprised at myself. I never cry at anything. It was the love of my daughter that had finally reformed me. Unfortunately, after that, she refused to believe anything I had to say, and so, jilted me, as well.
It seems that everyone leaves me at some point: Goliath, Thailog, Angela, Brooklyn.
Brooklyn. I smile at the thought of his memory. He was a strong warrior. Perhaps not as much as Goliath, but he was still determined. He was the first male I had felt attracted to, after Goliath's rejection. He had thought I used him, at the Cloisters, but he was wrong. The spell was only to calm Goliath down, enough to rationalize him. I had no intention of hurting the young red gargoyle or my former love, but Brooklyn turned on me. Attacked me. And, later, contained a hatred of me.
I can't help it now. The memories of my past injustices are returning. I'm sorry, journal, I'll have to go now. I'll be back later... hopefully.
Demona, 2250 A.D
Next: Lexington
Reviews are welcomed at kingcobra49036@yahoo.com
Author's Note: This fic is about Demona's feelings after she repents, which she inevitably will (or would have, if the show had continued) at some point.
YEAR: 2250
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
My life is a sham.
Ever since my glory days at Castle Wyvern (when it was still in Scotland, instead of on the roof of that fool Xanatos's building!), ever since that night of the raid, the Viking attack that would change the lives of me and my former clan forever, I have lived a lie.
I made the deal with the captain. The bargain to lure the Vikings to the stone fortress. The idea to get rid of all the humans in the vicinity. Looking back now, centuries later, I know now how foolish the compromise was. The captain had promised me that we would be safe, that my clan would thrive greatly. I should've known better.
I regret my actions now. For a thousand years, I have tried to convince myself that the stone curse upon my love and the select few who also survived, as well as the destruction of the rest of my clan, were not my responsibility. That their blood was not on my hands. I couldn't handle the guilt. The shame. The remorse.
Which is why I've hated humans; it was just easier for me to blame them all.
But in my hatred, in my despicable loathing of mankind, my rage and denial cost me the only gargoyle that ever really cared for me. The one love that I actually thought I'd be with forever. Goliath.
Of course he's long dead, just stone and dust now. Nothing more then a statue. Once more my former mate has delved into a long slumber, only this time, he would not wake up ever again, and once again, like before, I was alone.
Even when he was alive, after my true colors were revealed in 1994 Manhattan, he had abandoned me. Turned his back on me for a human woman. Chalk up one more reason for my hatred towards humans. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I was jealous. So very jealous, in fact, that I have tried to kill those whom once meant so much to me. But they all survived, luckily. Especially Goliath. If I had killed him shortly after his reawakening, he might not have gone for months, and I never would have found the love of my daughter, Angela.
Just thinking of her is enough to bring tears to my eyes. She is also long dead, joined once again with her father. After the last time I had used her, that incident involving the stealth hunter, she had disowned me as her relation. Had, just like Goliath, refused to want to have anything to do with me. I never thought I would ever feel sorrow before, but when she rejected me, I cried. It was unbelievable, and I was surprised at myself. I never cry at anything. It was the love of my daughter that had finally reformed me. Unfortunately, after that, she refused to believe anything I had to say, and so, jilted me, as well.
It seems that everyone leaves me at some point: Goliath, Thailog, Angela, Brooklyn.
Brooklyn. I smile at the thought of his memory. He was a strong warrior. Perhaps not as much as Goliath, but he was still determined. He was the first male I had felt attracted to, after Goliath's rejection. He had thought I used him, at the Cloisters, but he was wrong. The spell was only to calm Goliath down, enough to rationalize him. I had no intention of hurting the young red gargoyle or my former love, but Brooklyn turned on me. Attacked me. And, later, contained a hatred of me.
I can't help it now. The memories of my past injustices are returning. I'm sorry, journal, I'll have to go now. I'll be back later... hopefully.
Demona, 2250 A.D
Next: Lexington
Reviews are welcomed at kingcobra49036@yahoo.com