It's dark, the sky pitch black save for a few distant stars, the lights inside homes and business long put out. He stands near a corner, scanning the strange desolate town in front of him. Nothing seems out of the ordinary as his long legs walk him down the sidewalk. His tall, slender frame cloaked in all black, from his leather shoes, to the long billowing coat that whips behind him, he is devoid of any color….except for the deep sapphire blue hair that is slicked back ending at the nape of his neck. His skin slightly grey, his eyes coated in a dark amber glow. Dark silver smoke wisps around his feet, his ever present magic following him like a obedient servant.

His eyes dart back and forth as he searches out for his prize. Yet not a soul walks by him. His brow creases in tempted anger, the blue flames lightly licking his skin under his clothing. This is not the time or place to lose his cool. He reels his emotions back, composing himself as he continues to coast down pathway. A sound reaches his attuned ears, as he turns down a corner. A small house is lit up, white bubbled lights swinging gently in the breeze as the hang from wooden posts.

Granny's' Bed and Breakfast …. It doesn't look like much but he can see the dozens of people inside. A pulse of silent magic releases from his body, coating the building, searching for the soul. But nothing comes. The person isn't here.

His breath turns hot, fire burning through him as his frustration builds. He doesn't like to be deceived, having things stolen from him without penance. He stands in the middle of the street, glaring at the restaurant in front of him. His feet nearly making him move and destroy every living body within a 10 mile radius, but a flash of red glow flickers from his right side, and he vanishes into the alley in a cloud of silver smoke, hiding his position.

His eyes widen as his prize is bathed in the red light of magic. A soul that had died, a soul he had owned, a soul that was stolen from him. It's a man, medium height, dark blonde hair, solid build, pacing down the street in a forest green coat and dark pants….Not bad…. The strangers comically puckers at the man …You will be a nice addition to my collection….

He steps out a half foot, ready to take back what is rightfully his, but his motions are halted as a woman comes running out the door of the restaurant and his eyes harden as he takes in the white hot light that surrounds her. He hasn't come across many souls like hers, the white glow embossing her body as a beacon of powerful magic, the intertwining of deep darkness and encompassing light, swirled into one person. They are rare and he can feel his magic desire her, his want to control and own her possessive.

He watches as his initial prey catches the sorceress in a tight embrace, arms wrapping around one another as they share a passionate greeting, they glow golden as their lips meet.

Interesting…his eyebrows cock up at the new colored light surrounding the apparent lovers. Another one of those fated destined love stories, he gauffs at the sentiment. Love was nauseating, it weakened the heart, spreading its poison on the mind, leaving deadly track marks on the body.

The pair walk hand in hand back into the diner and he burns red. Hot fire wraps around his body as he whirls around in a rage.

WHERE ARE YOU BOTH!?

In a cloud of black magic, two small creatures form, their skin coated in snake like scales, long claws project from their hands and feet, horns forming on the crown on their heads, each with a tail flicking back and forth.

" YEEESS, Your Oh Unholiness…"

"Shut up Pain" His voice stark, eyes casting downward at the red demon who instantly closes his mouth, hiding the daggers of teeth. The twinning blue goblin beside him trembles, his scales rattling as his yellow eyes dart all over in dread.

"Seems like we have a small hiccup in the plan"

"oh no! What? What happened, oh man this is bad, bad, bad"

"QUIET YOU IDIOT! BEFORE I ROAST YOU ON THE SPOT RIGHT NOW" The man bellows out, red flames engulfing his body once again as the rage takes over.

Cowering, the demons fall to the ground in silence, waiting for instruction.

"Now, like I was saying, there has been a small bump, but it has me thinking maybe we can leave this gloomy place with something better, something more powerful" The words are baited, tension high and full of crazed desire.

"You both know, a soul was taken from me, and I don't like it when things are taken from me…..but fortunately I have found said soul, and I intend to put him back where he belongs, where he is rightfully mine"

A confused look passes between the two monsters…."Well uh, if you found him, why not just go grab him, so we can go?"

"God you are both so stupid….that is the interesting new card you see, this soul, this man, turns out has a soulmate here …. A soulmate who turns out to be something of desire to me ….she is surrounded in white hot light…."

A dumbfounded look crosses his slaves and he rolls his eyes at their inability to understand.

"She is a sorceress, a powerful one at that. She holds both light and dark magic, a rare combo, but it is beautiful, and I want her" His amber eyes darken as he stares across the street at the women, her dark hair trailing lightly between her shoulders, he can see her brown eyes glowing, her red lips plump, interrupted by a single scar on her upper lip. He can tell he is seductive in her magic, they way she holds herself, her body language as she moves through the crowd, it is regal, impressive, and it is all consuming to him. He loves power, loves everything that is comes with, but he has been trapped in a dungeon below the world, cursed to tend to the dead by a brother who claims heir to their throne. The thought of his pea-brained idiot sack of a brother ignites the fires of revenge in him. This woman, this sorceress could provide him with all he needs to take back he is entitled to, his kingdom and he will rule it with an iron thumb, squashing those that dare impose him with this powerful woman beside him, nothing could stop them.

"What about the soul that was taken….do you not want him?" Panic squeaks out, hiding his face in his claws as the question passes.

"Oh no, I still want him, he is mine. And I have a feeling this is going to be all too easy to take both , after all Love is Weakness"

He twists his wrists and the three demons disappear in a thick cloud, the silver wisps the only remnants of their arrival.

His mind is set, he will get the stolen soul, and he will get the sorceress, and Hades always gets what he wants, this time he will make sure of that.

Her eyes crease as she stares outside the window of the diner to where she could have sworn she saw a man and what looked to be like two ugly little goblins vanish in a smoke cloud. It was only a momentary flash she caught them, sulking in the dark alley way across the street….maybe her eyes were playing a trick on her.

She was exhausted, they were back in Storybrooke after having their memories erased in Camelot. But they had together, found Merlin and in a battle of magic that would be written into history, they rid the darkness out of Emma. Entrapping the black witchcraft into a vessel which was released into a portal extending into the abyss. It had taken more out of her than imagined to pull the Dark One back into the light. Her strength sapped completely as she fell in and out of consciousness beside the blonde equally not able to hold onto consciousness for more than a few moments.

They had exchanged magical blows, the Dark One coming out in full force as Emma lost control to it, streams of pain and infliction damaging upon each other. Regina thought she wasn't going to be able to win as a hot stream of magic hit her ribs, causing an electric shock to permeate through her body, crippling her mind and binding her magic momentarily useless. It wasn't until Merlin distracted the Dark One long enough for Regina to freeze her, and together she and Merlin did the impossible.

She had collapsed after they sent the darkness through the portal, falling into a heavy sleep, unconscious to the world around her for near 8 days as her body recovered. She's been told that when found by David, Snow, Robin and Arthur, they feared both she and emma dead. Their bodies bruised, battered, and bleeding into the grass. Merlin working frantically away at each of them, desperately trying to save their lives.

The curse upon them had been broken once the darkness fled Emma's body. Their memories of the past 6 weeks flooding each of them. There was so much that had happened for her….Robin had nearly died after she was attacked at the ball by a knight of the round table. She had begged Emma to save him when her own magic failed. There was the knighting of David, and the return of Lancelot. A story she still doesn't quite understand. Her mother had imprisoned him in a dungeon outside the enchanted forest, glamoring him to look as a common peasant as she took on his form, but after she died, his chains were broken and he returned to his Kingdom. In truth she didn't pay much attention after that, the stories of gallant knights, sword fights and savings damsels made her nauseous.

Then the demon from the underworld had come, nearly taking Robin with it as payment for the magic Emma had used to save him in Camelot. She had risked her life without even thinking when she saw the creature tearing Robin's soul from his body. She begged it to take her instead and for a moment it did. She could feel its magic gripping against her heart, tearing her soul from her body and before she succumb to its pull, Snow, David, Grumpy and Arthur had latched onto her, their combined magic throwing the demon back into the dark, saving Robin's life from being ripped into the dungeons of the underworld.

Twice, twice she had almost lost him. When her memories came back, it felt so real, the time confliction of both near death experiences flooding her mind constantly. She would wake up screaming his name in panic, swearing she could feel his blood running down her hands as she clutched his lifeless body. He would wake up beside her each time, rubbing her back, gently pulling her to lay on top of his chest so she could feel his heart beating, full of life. He would comb through her hair and whisper love into her ears, promising that he wasn't going to leave her, that he was safe, they were safe and they were home. Eventually the nightmares subsided.

She shakes her head, her palms lightly pressing against her stomach, it had been a long 2 months, and her body aches, she can feel the last remnants of Emma's dark magic biting away at her, but she feels stronger every day.

"Star gazing M'love?" His strong arms wrap around her body, pulling her back into his thick chest, his stubble brushing against her temple. She breathes him in, his beautiful forest smell, it's like her safety jacket. Her eyes focus back on the strange scenario she isn't sure was real or not.

"Regina?" he calls out to her again, voice low, an edge of concern residing in it.

"Sorry, I just thought I saw something outside…"

"What was it?"

"I don't know, it looked like a man. He was talking to … I don't even know what they were to be honest…." She shakes her head … I think I am to tired…. "Robin, let's go home, I need to sleep for about a month"

He chuckles against her velvety skin, placing a few light kisses along the outside column of her neck. "Whatever M'lady wishes" he whispers into her hair as he grabs one of her hands, spinning her around slightly, his lips meeting hers in a quick peck.

She smiles up at him, the realization hits her everyday that she nearly lost him. The thought of losing another love would have been too much for her, she knows that deep down that if Robin was taken from her, she would never be able to recover. She had already dealt with living without him months back when Zelena had played her deception, glamouring as Maid Marion and ripping Robin and Regina away from each other. And now she is pregnant…the one knife that constantly twists in Regina. But she loves Robin and has vowed to find a way to get over the situation and support him as he becomes a father once again.

Their eyes meet, his bright blue connecting to her whiskey brown, his one arm that doesn't hold her waist absent mindedly cards through her hair, his thumb swiping lines across her cheek bone.

"Think you could poof us out of here….It's beginning to snow, and I know you aren't much of a fan of the cold" he smiles out to her and they are consumed by her purple magic.

As the cloud disappears, Robin finds himself laying in her large bed, already stripped of near all his clothing save the black briefs. Regina, clad in a short dark green silk nightgown snuggled tight into his side, one arm draped around him, her head resting on the expanse of his chest, her eyes already closed in sleep.

He pulls her in, lands a kiss on the crown of her head and closes his eyes, his last thoughts of how he loves moments like these with her, wrapped up in each other, feeling their respective hearts beating in tune, feeling safe. He drifts off, unaware that a dark presence threatens to tear his world apart.

Hades stands inside the living room of the white mayoral mansion….she's got nice taste…. he admits to himself as his bony fingers float across her furniture. He takes in her surroundings, there aren't much magical items lining her shelves, but he can feel her. The magic pulsing from her body, it fills every crevice of the house. He breathes her in, the blue flames dancing on his skin again.

The God of the Underworld vanishes, his plan beginning to form.

You are mine.