A quiet noise echoed in the vast space of the underground lair of the King of Shadows. Pathways and stairs were confusedly meshed together all around the lair. There was a dark aura and an eerie feeling to it all. It seemed to be abandoned with all the cobwebs and dust that filled the room and concentrated in corners and edges. Again the noise sounded in the high ceiling of the area.
"I swear, if that's what I think it is.." Pitch Black appeared from one of the highest corners, making his ways down one of the stairs that led to the floor. He seemed to stumble slightly and wasn't going his normal pace. Normally he could glide across surfaces or even just use his shadows to appear to where he needed to get to. He was currently weak though, having to move on his own.
He reached the bottom and looked around the area to find the source of the noise. It came again, his head turning to it and finding dirt that had laid scattered upon the ground. He stepped towards it and looked to the ceiling, where the passage that lead to the world above him could be found. As always, he couldn't quite make out what was above him as his lair was so far very down into the earth.
Realizing what the noise had been, he retreated back to the corner he originally came from above. There was a hidden passage that hid away from the main opening of the lair that Pitch stepped out front of. Stopping just outside of the hidden cove, he leaned against the pillar closest to the edge of where he could see the majority of his base.
He looked upon his surroundings, wondering how in the world his life had come to this state. Being awoken by the slight noise of dirt falling on the ground, scared of the Nightmares returning. It had been months since he had been distressed by the horrid creatures.
Pitch didn't sleep unless his own will allowed him to, but the Nightmares had their own ways of manipulating his sleep because of his own fear that had grown since losing against the guardians. They forced him to fall into a deep slumber and created a realm of misery for him to suffer on his own. All his own fears were made so much more dreadful than what he experienced in the real world. This dream world was torture to him, draining every last power he had. Once the Nightmares had finally grown bored of torturing Pitch, they left him to cower away in the corner of his lair.
Pitch looked gloomily down to where he had once lay for months. How could it have all turned to this? How could his plan have crumbled so easily? How could he go from being feared and powerful to weak and forgotten so quickly?
One thing seemed to come to mind-
Jack Frost.
If it wasn't for the frost boy butting into his plan and going against him, he would have succeeded in getting rid of the guardians and having the world to himself. The whole world would know his name. He would be seen and feared in the eyes of everyone.
Jack Frost ruined everything.
How stupid of him for wanting any form of partnership with him. He thought that maybe having someone by his side in capturing the fear of the world would make it more enjoyable. Pitch made him such a rare offer, one he wouldn't just make to anyone. He felt as though Jack would at least understand him, having been ridiculed and forgotten by the world. But Jack had practically spat in his face. He flat out rejected him and ended up siding with the guardians. How dare he have the nerve to defy him.
The way Jack acted seemed to anger Pitch. Always with his smug little face, strutting about like he was some big shot. Even before the events of Jack becoming a guardian, he would go about his ways without a care in the world.
Before Jack was a guardian.
A smirk formed on Pitch's face, remembering a moment he had with Jack that he was sure wouldn't be forgotten. Though Jack had acted as if it was nothing, Pitch knew his mind would return to it eventually.
He wasn't sure why, but he had an urge to seek out the boy that day. It could have been because of the restlessness that had formed from waiting for his Nightmares to gain power at the time. Or perhaps it was something else. He didn't quite know, but he did know that he wanted Jack that day. Wanted to see his face and body react to his touch. He wanted to have complete control over him. He wanted to have control over the other spirit and take his purity. Taint him with new forms of darkness and sin, leaving reminders along him to later feel guilt.
He planned on doing so much more to him hadn't he left him there so suddenly. Taking off like that without a word. How dare he have the nerve to defy him. Pitch had let it slide at the time for he had big plans with his Nightmares. Though eventually he would get back at him for his actions.
More dirt could be heard coming down and hitting the floor once again. Pitch glowered and raised his head to see the entrance. Another clump of dirt fell again and something large- too large for dirt- could be heard hitting the walls.
"No, damn it..!" echoed a voice from the entrance, soon followed by Jack Frost falling from it, crashing to the ground. His staff shortly after the fall came down, landing right on Jack.