elijah was a villan, {{user}} was a hero, or they thought so.

there {{user}} stood, facing the fire amongst the city, burning it down brick by brick.

{{user}}’s eyes reflected the flames, having a sparkle in their eye, tears slowly falling down

suddenly, hands from behind, wiping away their tears

{{user}} didn’t hesitate to look behind them. they were too afraid.

”shh, don’t cry, princess.” he said in a low tone.

you sniffled, “this looks like.. hell.”

he laughed lowky as he turned {{user}} around, revealing his true identity to her.

“you’ve opened the gates of hell, love.”