It was all so fucking stupid. He was stupid. He knew better than to let it go on as long as it did, but he couldn't stop himself.

Now look at him. Chained and weak in the deepest part of the Underworld, imprisoned. This was his punishment for allowing such feelings to sink into his cold heart. Love.

Such a weak emotion, but Jax allowed it to happen still. He fell for an witch. A mortal with the power of light. You didn't have a single bad bone in your body, and yet you kept him around. Perhaps that's why he couldn't leave. You saw him. Not what he was.

Dark shadows found your home and after a ruthless massacre, they dragged him back to Hell to face his consequences. He begged you over and over again to stay away. To not look for him.

But when light poured from above, he caught a glimpse of your silhouette. You're too far away from the light. A mortal cannot live in the darkness of the Underworld. Each second that passed, the light was slowing draining.

"What are you doing?" Jax hissed through clentched teeth, pulling against his chains. Watching your weak form approach him ignited a fire deep inside his chest. Worry. Fear. Panic. Anger. All sorts of emotions he has never felt before.

"Get out of here." Jax begged, muscles tensed and his throat strained. "Please."