Emlyn

When we think of villains, we never consider their side; we never consider what made them the way they are. Sure I could have just suggested we throw Michelle into the pit of fire, but that wasn't the methods I stood by. I could only hope Michelle would listen to me and consider that all she really wanted was love. 

I arrived at her lair and entered. She sat on her throne and glanced up at me. "Look, Emlyn, I apologize for this. I know you're very busy. However, I'm certain Gerald will give in this time, so please be patient with me." She said, and I sighed.

"Do you really want his soul that bad? Or is there something else you'd rather have? A nice kingdom of loyal subjects? Perhaps love?" I asked, and she glared at me.

"What in the world are you trying to say?" Michelle asked me, and I smiled.

"I'm trying to say that I think your revengeful murder games are bullshit. Say what you mean, what you want! Not what you are pretending you mean and/or want!" I shouted at her, and she was taken aback. Sadness flooded into her eyes, and she looked away. 

"A kingdom and love would be nice, but nobody likes me, Emlyn. You do realize that, right?" She asked me, and I shook my head.

"You're wrong; there are people who relate to your story, the people who have read Venus and would love to stand by your side. I happen to know someone who wants love as much as you do." I responded, and her eyes lit up for the first time in centuries. 

"Tell me more." 

***

I had crafted Michelle a kingdom in the fairytale realm, and she was happy. I invited people to come to the kingdom who actually admired Michelle. It was, honestly, quite lovely to make her happy. 

"Will you let them go now, Michelle?" I asked her, and she sighed.

"I suppose I could, but where is the lover you told me about?" She replied, and I smiled.

"I promise she'll be here, but I can't be here when she gets here. We kind of fight all the time; it's better this way, trust me." I told her, and she nodded.

"Fine, I will go back with you and release them." She responded, and I looked surprised.

"You trust me?" I asked her.

"Emlyn Lovet tell a lie; ha, you can do better than that." We shared a laugh and traveled back to the underworld one last time.