Just Desserts
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Rating: PG/PG-13
Genre: Horror
Warnings/Spoilers: Volume Five/violence
Summary: What happens when ice finally succumbs to flames of Hell? Ivory's last thoughts…
Disclaimer:
Santa Ken: No, she doesn't own Les Bijoux. Otherwise, the picture of hot Diamond would have been on the cover of volume five, not the ugly one of Lapis.
My teachers told me that Purgatory was dark, the deep worlds of the netherworld, where flames crackled and screams of the wretched echoed and wailed. That was where the damned went. That was where the filthy spars went. That was where those impure paid the price.
That was where I had hoped that traitor Diamond and his slut would be sent, able to hear each other's screams but unable to even see each other.
How dare he! I took him from the filthy monastery of wrinkled monks, seized him, a beautiful shard of a jewel and polished him, set him. He had no place in ripping from my grasp.
Oh but how that had intoxicated me… that fire that was in him, the fire I knew was already in those beautiful silvery eyes the day I saw him. He was a lion, a wild creature, fire of the immortals, and in that, I saw the challenge and the prize of all eternity. All the Habit men were ridiculous, wrinkled and disgusting, like Chalcedony or mad, dangerous and pretty, like Pyrope. All of them were unacceptable. They would never have me, Lady Ivory of Glace Mine, beautiful, pure, distant, the Lady Winter of all Les Bijoux.
Diamond was flawless, the perfect match for me.
Save for one thing: that fire that burned in him would prove him recalcitrant.
Now he will pay for what he did, starting from when he dared turn his back on me to go off on his silly quest to conquer Les Bijoux. I'll have him broken, so he will be mine forever. That fire that once intoxicated me like the finest of brandywine and yet, still does, will be burnt out and he will be my doll for all eternity. Mine, forever.
Playing with that witch Emerald's little toy was a delicious little treat, a humble bit before the grand finale. Seeing that lovely face twisted in agony as well as getting my revenge on that bitch was perfect, sweet appetizers before the main course, and of course the finale: dessert. Ah yes… dessert, sweet, sweet dessert…
It was in my grasp, just barely hitting my pale lips… until Emerald betrayed me. I barely had time to scream before she pushed me and they started to come for me…
Those twisted little things she summoned are all over me, feasting, shredding me. No, no my face, not my face!
Diamond!
Diamond, save me, I'll be yours… just don't let me be pulled into the demon world!
They're dragging me into the portal; already I can feel flames licking at my tortured, lacerated body. Diamond is frozen, horror in his face, in his eye.
I scream his name one more time, so close to the roaring crackling of flames and the screams of the damned and demons. And my voice joins that cacophony, as the bitter dessert.
Yes, I'm utterly demented. /grins/ Blame it on Christmas spirit. I've been shopping a total of ten times. Both for me and for other people.
As for this little bit… Well, Ivory fascinates me. I still think she's a bitch, but she fascinates me. She's utterly ruthless yet utterly devoted to Diamond. Not to mention she's pretty hot.
But otherwise… I keep on wondering about her, about what made her so bitter and cold. And if she was truly worthy of redemption, if she was capable of making that choice.
I doubt it. But she got her just desserts in the end.