Please don’t do this

My Remarkable Darkness

The revenge-thirsty pirate set his sights on removing the light from his body. Who better to help him than the one created through darkness itself: Odile? She heard his yearning for the unheard desires that crippled him from having an everyday life. They were offering themselves to her while their power was left in the hands of a broken man. He didn’t deserve its seething beauty. He was one of many she used to spread the darkness as a disease. It starts with a single breath of despair then slowly infects others until they can no longer live without it. It was an addiction she created by merely whispering,

“Embrace it.”

She spent years feeding Killian lies to the point of even calling him a crocodile killer. As the days passed, sometimes slower than expected, she’d check the extent of the darkness in his heart. Killian also forgot that darkness always takes until it is sated. It nearly consumed him whole. All this was a ploy. Odile knew that once the darkness became overwhelming, she’d be able to strike.

Ruffians tried to conquer the new king of the seas, Killian Jones. They latched their boats around his ship, connecting their harpoons with his vessel. The Jolly Roger was caught in the middle of several large boats with nowhere to run. Fighting for freedom was inevitable, and with Odile on their side, how could they lose? At least, that is what Killian thought. The leader of the sudden onslaught, Black Beard, fought Killian alone on the ship’s main deck.

Once again, Killian and Black Beard dueled. “We meet once more? Finally, I get to kill you.” He’d been preparing, studying Black Beard’s fight. The two men closed, and Killian cut at Black Beard. Black Beard parried, but Killian simply mutated the cut into a thrust. He cut and thrust at Black Beard relentlessly, driving him around the ring, never letting him gain his balance. Black Beard parried desperately and tried to counter, but Killian pressed without yielding, never giving up the initiative. Killian’s tip finally slipped past Black Beard guard, and he jerked his head back, receiving a head-cleaving hew into a gash across his face. In shock and pain, he stumbled on the ground, losing the fight.

Odile watched the entire fight brushing off some pirates when they tried to touch her, using her magic to push them overboard. Though Killian won the battle, he was still exhausted, and his heart was finally complete. He looked up at Odile holding his chest. “What is happening?” His voice broke. Odile’s ivory hues shined a bright shade of yellow before plunging her hand into his chest and ripping his heart out. “Please don’t do this!” The more he begged, the more wonderful her betrayal felt. She rubbed his heart against her cheek in a tender manner. “My remarkable darkness. Now, you’re mine.” The wicked sorceress pulled the darkness from his heart, turning the organ into ash. “Welcome home.”