In the middle of a dark room, a large chair made of black sand stood. Across the chair lounged Pitch Black. His eyes were closed and his already dark eyes had shadows from tiredness and exhaustion.
The man was being pulled apart, the war that was raging on inside of him was vicious and to extreme. Pitch was weak and angry.
So much for believing that he could just sit back and let them fight it out. It was his body so he had to make a decision.
On one hand he knew he could go with what he had known for centuries, the darkness. It had made him strong and he could conquer almost anything. People feared him and listened to him. He never got hurt when he was darkness. His rotten heart didn't allow him to feel pain.
But that's what he missed.
He missed feeling love, giving and receiving it. He missed being Kosmotis, he knew he could never have his wife back but his daughter was still a possibility if only he was good and she was accepting.
All these thoughts but what was for the best. The only reason he wanted to be good was for his baby and she might not even want him. What would happen if he did go back to being Kosmotis? Kosmotis was human. His heart could revive just for him to die ad he would no longer be a spirit then it would all be worthless.
He just wanted to sleep. When did he ever want to sleep? He had no need for it, but he was so tired.
He looked over at Elsa. Oh how she loved him, he wanted to love her he did but he couldn't. His heart wouldn't open for her.
He admired her. It was a strange relationship. Elsa was human. To an extent. She just never aged. He had kept her from harm by his side since he had met her. Just a young girl, her parents had died and she was so alone. Her sister was there of course but Elsa wasn't normal and Anna didn't remember of course. So Elsa couldn't even go to her because her sadness and fear may consume her and she would hurt her only family.
That's when Pitch found her, trapped in her own fear. He saw potential in her, taught her to control her fear. But then she fell in love with him and no one had ever expressed those feelings to him since he became Pitch. He cared for her because of that.
Of course Pitch had his reservations, she could die and although he wouldn't care as such he would still be saddened by her loss. She could keep him company through the centuries then he would be alone again.
But as the decades went on Elsa never aged and her powers never weakened. Of course it was only later that they realised that ice never changed. The happiness he felt over that realisation. So they had lived alongside each other for 300 years now and she had never failed him nor he her.
But he was so tired now. Weak and fragile.
A piercing neigh echoed through the air. Pitch looked over to see his mares whining at the entrance to his home. Suddenly a beam of light echoed down and illuminated the lair. A woman, no older than twenty entered and she was beautiful. Her black hair cascading over an emerald green dress with forest green trimmings. The new comer looked up and froze.
His baby girl. His baby had come to see him.
A joyous smile overcame him before he collapsed and darkness consumed him once more.
...
"Dad?"
"Daddy"
Pitch snapped his eyes open and he shot up.
His darling Emily, she really was here. His heart oh how it ached. It hurt. Hurts so much.
His eyes watered. He placed his hand on her cheek.
"Hello baby girl. I am so sorry" He whispered.
He threw his head back and his back arched. He could he a pounding, a heartbeat. His heart it was beating.
He could feel his body changing.
" Emily do you forgive me. Please I am so sorry I failed you."
Emily looked at the man who was her dad, No is her dad.
"Of course I do, but you need to be straight. Why didn't you come home? Why did you leave us? Dad mum died and I was so alone. A little girl. "
Pitch couldn't bear to hear how much he had hurt his little girl. He cried, and as he did his body began to glow and it was all too much for him.
Again he was swallowed by darkness.