The rain fell in sheets as lightning illuminated the dark city. Her car sped down the empty street, blowing past all the red lights, while her heart pounded. She had died three months earlier, but she hadn't been alone despite what she had believed. Her husband had been by her side the entire time. Her heart had shattered when the news was revealed in the last moments of her life. One of the only promises, that truly mattered, she had broken in mere minutes. Hastily she slammed her foot on the breaks before a lone car sped across the approaching intersection. "Fuck!" She yelled to herself, gripping the steering wheel. She was pressed for time, that's why she was speeding. He was sick, and getting sicker. It also didn't help that his psychotic ex was the only one with him at the time being. Said ex was also his closest childhood friend. Somehow, despite being his wife, Illyana had been chosen to get help, but her magic was still wacked up. She couldn't trust it entirely, and certainly not with something that was as important as her husband's well being. In an instant the car passed her and she resumed speeding down the street as another crack of lightning ripped across the stygian sky. "Two more miles." She whispered softly, "two more miles and then things will get better." The silver car rushed down the desolate avenue, the roaring of the engines echoed the booming of the thunder. "Thor's angry." She laughed quietly as the enormity of the situation dawned on her; she closed her eyes for the shortest of moments to allow a tear to slip from her eye. There was a squeal of breaks, but it was too late for her to react. The black car plowed right into the driver's side door, crushing her car into almost nothing.

"It's July 15th. A Monday." She whispered to herself, using her voice to fill the empty void that was space. "Loki.." she thought. "Oh God, he knows I am dead." Using her mind she projected a piece of paper into the sky, her creativity turning into a pen and writing down her thoughts for her.

My love; the strangest thing happened. I closed my eyes earlier and my heart stopped. But of course you know this. What I didn't expect was to open my eyes. I opened them and I was looking at someone else's stars. I know I am not alive, but still I am curious how I ended up here. Looking at it now reminds me of skies I saw long ago with you. I miss those days love, when it was just you and I. We wanted to run away together. See the world. Now we never will. See it yourself. If you meet someone who makes you happy, let them. Your happiness is all I've ever cared about. Beyond forever and always starts now, love.

"July 21st. Sunday." She said aloud, the days dragged by slowly as she drifted towards an object with immense mass. She could barely see it, but it glinted in the sun like a diamond.

The planet grows closer and closer with each passing hour. Yet the longer I am drifting, the further away I seem to drift from you. Maybe this is for the better.

"July 24th. Wednesday. I've fallen to the planet." Her resolve was slowly crumbling as the bitter cold settled on her bones

Ice, that's what I see. That's all I see. Everywhere, there's ice. How I wish I could teleport, the warm fires of limbo would be gladly welcomed at a time like this. My fear grows with each second that passes. I feel as if I am being watched, even though there is no life, whatsoever on this planet. Am I going crazy Loki?

"July 27th. Another Saturday." She looked around as her sore legs started to collapse under her, the cold seeping into her heart itself.

I-I know exactly where I am. I can't believe I've been too stupid to realize it. It is blatantly obvious. Maybe the cold is getting to me, maybe I am too dead to realize it. I'm on Jotunheim.

"July 29th." Her voiced cracked, something was wrong.

Something has happened; I can't explain it how I know. I just do. Something has happened to you. That feeling, that chain I can tug on and reach you, is gone. Maybe you've fallen in love with someone else and I needn't worry about your safety, but honestly, I feel like something much worse has happened. Are you still alive my love? I pray you are. Or else all of this, all this trying will have been for nothing. This need to you will have no happily ever after if you have been killed. Did Natasha get the dagger? Is that what happened? Oh dear lord I hope you are all right. I love you Loki, no matter what. Something is appearing in the sky, it's too bright. I love you. Please be safe.

She couldn't even say the date anymore. Not like dates mattered anyways. She made a mental note of it though. It was July 30th.

First Jotunheim, and now Asgard. Heimdall was standing at the other end of the light. He didn't even need to say a word. His eyes told me everything. All I need to know, for now, is that you are dead. Loki you're dead. How? Why? Actually, do I even want to know? My heart is already broken and on top of that, it started beating again last night. How sadistic and twisted of it. Dear Lord, you were the last thing I had left. Without you I am nothing. I am sorry I wasn't there to be with you like you were with me.

"August 4th." Came her monotone voice as she served wine to a nameless Asgardian nobleman. Inside her nonchalant façade was fear.

Someone left a note in my quarters last night. It said, "I know who you really are, Illyana Laufeyson." I don't want to be found out. I don't. Being here is heartbreak enough. If I were to be constantly reminded by Odin about you, I may not be able to take it. I don't have my magic. I won't be able to fight back against whoever it is. Any one could easily over power me right now. Hopefully whomever left the note does not want to hurt me.

She woke up in the middle of the night, blood staining her clothes and sheets. Knife marks and bruises littered her body as she struggled to move. With each vertebrae moving into place, she let out a soft groan of pain. "Fuck." She whispered to herself. The notes had become violent threats and this was not the first time she had awoken like that. A sharp pain came from her pelvis as she tried to move her legs. She froze in fear as things started to lock into place in her mind. "Oh no." She whispered once more. Her petite hands gripped the sheets, but hastily let go. "I'm not-" She looked around at her surroundings; pictures were on the walls. A small computer was situated on a desk in the corner of the room and two small octagonal tables flanked the bed she lay on. On the table to her left was a picture in a frame. Even with the lights out, she knew exactly what it was a picture of. It was her wedding day. Despite the bombing and the informality of everything that resulted from that explosion, they had still managed to take a picture. His arms were wrapped around her waist and a brilliant smile was on his lips, making it impossible not to notice how that happiness made his eyes shine. His happiness was echoed on her face as well. Slowly, as to not cause herself any more pain, she reached over and grabbed the frame, a powdery feeling filling her fingertips. She looked down at the picture frame and instantly dropped it, causing the glass to crack. Dried blood covered her hand. She did a mental recount. "It's August 10th." She said. "Almost a month." A month since she had died in the very same bed she was now sitting in.

She bent over the side of the bed to pick up the broken picture when she felt a clawed hand on her back. Instantly she froze.

"How nice to see you're awake, Illyana." Came the familiar voice hissing in her ear.

"B-Belasco." She said trying to contain her anger. Her jerked her back up, sending shockwaves of pain through her body, unwittingly causing her to cry out as her blue eyes met his deep red ones.

"I see the demons did their job well." He laughed.

"Get out."

"I'll be back love. Don't you worry, I'll be back to bring down more hell on you."

A dark, willowy figure stood on the corner in the pouring rain, observing the accident as it happened. Beneath the black umbrella he carried, his red lips formed a dangerous smirk

"I told you so."