This is Butch's POV of the story and who this Eve is! I hope you all enjoy it. Next will be Blossom, who did play a rather big role in this little tragedy.

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The Musician's Love

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How did the gates of hell open?

A tale of a lonely witch

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A cunning musician

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The forbidding forest that rests within the edge of the world, thick with trees and cries of birds- a man steps a foot within, lyre in hand and determination filling within him. He had a purpose, a purpose that he had to accomplish no matter what.

To find his love.

Taken away by destiny's hands, a too early death. Heartbroken and abandoned, he searched to find the gates of hell, to defy the gods and defy the thing he calls fickle fate.

Two companions, a man who faced death too many times (and in turn became death itself), and a man who believed himself to be close to god, guided him to the forest, and guided him with warnings and protection.

Three friends who had nothing but each other, a makeshift family, helping one another. Bound by fate, by the one thing they call a home. That was, until his love fell ill, and everything fell apart.

Eve had died.

And Adam 'Butch' vowed to bring her back.

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"Butch, let's start a family together."

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Their meeting was special, in his opinion.

She was a dancer, the best in her little group of three. Moves sharp at the right times and fluid at others, she was so full of energy and she gave his melodies meaning, brought his pitiful songs to life with just a swing of hips.

To others, she appeared so strong, and so animalistic at the same time. She was what one would call wild, and yet the way she treated those sleazy customers, the ones who always tried to touch her- feel her up.

She got the nicknamed of Brute.

Eve 'Brute' was her name.

And Butch fell for her the minute she first danced to one of his songs. Fell for her crude way of speaking, her lack of manners, fell for how true to herself she was. And so he pursued, tried many ways to get to fall for him.

She gave him motivation.

She was his muse.

She made him feel alive, feel a burning passion of desire within him.

Butch, he never had real motivation for his life- he felt it was dull, felt it wasn't that meaningful and just concluded he should die, rot away somewhere. Of course he never told his family about this, feelings weren't widely accepted in his pathetic excuse of a family. With an older brother who couldn't give a crap about others and was just there for his own benefit, to the youngest who was just as selfish yet always had that damn smile on his face.

Telling them about his need to die, well...

It isn't like they would stop him.

They aren't even blood related- just trying to relieve boredom with each other.

But with her.

Oh, he remembers when he broke down on her, when he cried and cried- spoke of how boring his life has became, feeling nothing but emptiness. She allowed him to break down his walls, to succumb to her and just allow her to help.

To support him.

He didn't care that she was some brute, some wild woman- she cared.

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"Brute, will you marry me?"

"I... Of course Butch!"

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Perhaps God believed she sinned, believed that the woman who was knows as some savage among others could be tamed by a man wasn't worth keeping in the world, worth keeping alive. She saved a useless life, thus she was paying the price for spreading her kindness to the wrong people... All the memories they had, all the memories they were going to keep having were all for nothing.

Her death, it took a toll on him.

Butch's instruments gathered dust, his motivation for anything lost and forgotten, along with the love he once held so dear and close to his heart. Loneliness, longing for death, and much more was all he felt now- the fire that once sparked within his eyes has dulled to pure sadness and nothingness.

The one instrument he never forgot, never abandoned, was the lyre she had given him many years ago. He practiced, practice the movement of his fingers and the swiftness of them, engraving the patterns within his fingers. Maybe it was his longing for her to finally hear him play, but every night he would pour his heart out on his lyre and play a soft, soothing melody.

Hoping it'd reach her one day.

This was one of those days, his back to the railing on his balcony- playing the song as he has remembered and perfected, fingers moving in ease- no longer hesitating like the early days.

A man appeared in front of him, yet Butch payed no mind to him, keeping his eyes concentrated on the floor, barely blinking when a shadow appeared. However what did surprise him, a note off from it, was a hand reaching to his shoulder and a gentle squeeze.

A comforting touch.

"She won't hear, Butch." A soft voice told him, and so he stopped moving his fingers, stopped holding his feelings in, allowing the dam to be broken and tears finally spill out. The hand stayed on his shoulder, still squeezing it firmly.

"A lyre," The man began, gently grabbing onto the object from Butch's grasp, "a heavenly instrument, played by angels..." Blue eyes met green, the hand no longer on his shoulder.

"Why would someone in hell hear such sound? They are supposed to be punished."

He saw red, he saw red, he saw red.

All he saw was red, his fury overtaking him because he knew that he was right, he knew that she would never hear his melody, she would never feel happiness no more- yet he couldn't help but tighten his fist and collide it with the man's face. A sickening crack was heard, the man fallen (thrown) to the ground and a wide smile appeared on his face. He held onto his face, letting out a laugh.

"Just admit it! She's gone, she'll never come back, she'll never listen to your songs. Just get over her!"

He was right, he was completely right, but Butch didn't want him to be right anymore, didn't want to be treated as some heartbroken fool. So he grabbed him, lifted him from the ground and brought their faces close.

"Fucking mention her one more fucking time, I'll make sure you won't escape death again you lousy piece of s-"

"You guys are too loud."

Both their eyes looked over to the voice- a tall man, with deep crimson eyes that always seemed to appear dead- dull- no longer filled with life. His hair, a ginger color, carelessly swept back. Butch dropped the blond, turning away from them and taking a few steps back. Boomer, the one on the floor who was holding his cheek, quickly rose to his feet and got closer to the red-head.

"Brick! Brick! Great timing, I was just about to tell Butch your little plan!" The blond was grinning and holding onto Brick's arms, only to get another punch- this time to his back.

"He's a fucking liar, he was being a fucking asshole like usual." Butch muttered, glaring daggers at his younger brother, but all he got in response was a peace sign.

"Leave him be, Butch. You know he's just being a brat." Brick sighed heavily, pushing Boomer away and then facing Butch- eyes staring straight at him. The elder brother was always just so serious- always mysterious even to his most trusted brothers. "However, he's not wrong."

"Oh really now!?"

Brick took a step back, yet it wasn't a sign of a weakness but a way to give Butch some space. "I'm not saying she won't come back, but wasting your time playing your music won't bring her back." He said coolly, then glanced over at Boomer, "What this idiot was supposed to tell you was that I found a way to bring her back."

Boomer responded with sticking his tongue out.

Butch's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, feeling his mouth dry up and his hopes rise too far up. "Oh please do tell me, great Brick, what this great idea is." His tone had bite, yet he knew Brick wouldn't be affected by it.

"We considered necromancy, but that's rather boring, you know..." His eyes looked up at the skies then glanced back at him, "And we all know those who commit sin, no matter how small, will always end up in the depths of hell, to suffer for eternity..." A pause, "...So why not open the gates of hell and take her back with us?"

Time froze- the temptation of fruit was right there, the apple so close to Adam's grasp, listening to the serpents calling after tricking the poor, poor naive Eve. Should he take the fruit, he will see her once more- yet it would be such an unforgivable sin.

"And how do we do that?" Words formed without him even trying, as if destiny already knew his answer, and the serpent was nothing more than just a push.

The smile on Brick's face was anything but pleasant, but Butch knew he was already too deep in to back out now, to forget about his Eve, to forget about seeing her, touching her, being with her once more. So, with a deep breath, he listened to his brother's words, letting the plan be made and elaborately thought out.

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A charm to purify him and his brothers

A spell to allow his brothers to shape shift

To go within the edge of the world

To a place

Where the Gates of Hell reside

and Seduce the Gate Guardian

And bring back Eve

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Everything was carefully thought out- no flaws at all. Butch was to seduce the Guardian, while Brick and Boomer were supposed to keep others from ruining the plans. They brought everything they needed, only planning to stay for a while and then fleeing the moment they had the girl.

"Remember, Butch," His brother began, "in order to open the gates, you must deflower the woman. Like have sex." Boomer spoke softly, turning towards the island that the boat was taking them to, "And do not fall for her... We cannot allow this plan to fail."

"I know what sex is, you shit. But still, me, fall for someone that's not Brute? What little faith, little brother." He followed his brother's gaze, the island getting closer and closer. It was odd to him- it just looked like a forest grown on a small part of land, as if it just separated from the rest of the world.

Brick looked over at the two brothers, before going back to what he was doing.

"I'm just telling you, Butch. Be careful, she's a powerful Witch."

"As if I care..."

All he cared about was bringing her back.

Not about some Witch he'll end up using.

Thus, when the ship landed and they paid the man- they made their way. His brothers, they made sure to keep his as good looking as they could. Messing with his clothes so they don't appear sloppy (Boomer), telling him not to open his mouth until he was sure the Guardian was interested (Brick) and trying to tame his less than great bedhead (both.)

The entrance wasn't exactly extravagant or even welcoming, just a sign saying to LEAVE, but that didn't exactly scare them off, instead it made Butch's blood pump and his motivation skyrocket.

Yet for some odd reason, he felt as if he was being stared at.

Odd.

It's not quite important however I do believe since you are the only witch in this forest...

...that there seemed to be a man wandering around here.

The first time he saw her, it was when he was wandering around. He has long since parted with his brothers, with Brick telling him he had felt a familiar among them, and Boomer saying he wanted to see some forest spirits, he was left all alone. It didn't bother him one bit, but it did leave him completely confused.

He didn't understand how exactly he'd find her, since Brick just left him a vague saying of, "you'll know when you see her" which didn't even help. Nevertheless, he continued his way around the forest, only stopping when he heard a voice.

As if an angel came down the heavens to grace him.

So he peered- looked between trees just to see who exactly was singing such a song. A woman was near a tree, her hands together as if she was praying and her voice, it was loud and clear and so calming. But Butch was no saint, no pure man- so his gaze traveled lower, making what little he could see of her body.

It wasn't bad.

Really, if this was the Witch, he wouldn't mind having more than one night stand with her.

Too bad that won't happen.

"Pure maiden my ass, with a body and looks like those, I highly doubt you're anything but innocent." He whispered to himself, eyes still sizing up the woman before he felt he had done enough and turned to leave.

He hadn't even taken two steps before he came face to face with a blond girl, hair split into two messy pigtails and little to no clothes. She must have noticed his wandering eyes, as she carefully touched his chin and lifted it up, smiling brightly.

"Are you wondering why I look like this?" Her voice was sweet- if that's how you could describe it. It sounded small and it did match her appearance- the whole cute and bubbly feel.

"Well it is odd to see such a young girl wearing no clothes- are you cold? I could lend you my coat..." He was already taking it off before she placed a hand on it and shook her head, laughter leaving her lips.

"I'm quite surprised you didn't know what a spirit looked like- but no matter." She grabbed his hand and starting pulling him along, as if taking him somewhere. He followed along, curiosity getting the best of him.

"A dear friend of mine told me there was a man around here, and as a spirit of this forest, I should welcome you and show you around," She stopped, "yet it's not just you, is it?"

He hoped his face didn't give away anything, so with an air of confidence, he scratched his head and made a vague shrugging motion. "To be honest with you, I'm not sure myself." He forced out a nervous laugh, trying to make his story as believable as possible.

"You see, I don't remember exactly why I'm here... I just woke up near the ocean, and kind of walked around... Everything feels off to me." He looked away, moving his hand to his neck and rubbed it.

The thing with Brick was, he had a plan for everything- meaning Butch had a story that he could easily use in case he was questioned. Call Brick super careful, or a non-risk taker, but he knew what he wanted and how to get it, no distractions and no flaws at all. That's why Butch was glad that he planned so ahead, planned so throughout that even the little nymph seemed to believe him.

Her eyes softened and she covered her mouth.

"My apologies... I didn't mean to pry..."

"It's fine! I just wanna know what's going on you know? Everything is so confusing... I don't even remember my name..."

The nymph was already trying to soothe him, leaning close and rubbing his shoulders, murmuring soft rhymes. It was cute, like as if she was a young child trying to take care of a little sibling.

"Here, I'll take you some place nearby that's safe- Oh! I should get you something to eat... I just picked some fruits and left it at my..." He noticed her pause, her eyes looking around and then biting her lower lip slowly, "...friend's house. Let's go quick and then I'll take you to your little camp ground."

He only responded with a nod and a small smile.

He could have sworn he saw her blush.

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"Hey Butch, why don't you play the lyre I bought you?"

"I am."

"Then why don't you let me listen to it?"

"I want to make my song as perfect as you."

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As he waited for the girl, whose name he learned as Bubbles (or so she says. He doubts it, like his name isn't really Butch it's Adam, but whatever.), he began playing the same song he always played. At least this time he was near the gates of hell, so perhaps... she could hear him. Letting out the breath he was holding in, he closed his eyes and just felt the notes come out of him, not even feeling his fingers glide through the strings.

Butch didn't feel much anymore.

He recalled their conversations, their promises to one another, their vows. He opened his eyes briefly, evening out his breathing as he continued the song- he couldn't keep his eyes closed anymore, not when those memories were just playing over and over again like some broken record.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he picked up the melody, and then glanced towards the trees- and his breath stopped. He faltered on his playing, then regained his composure, yet he never broke eye contact with her. The woman from earlier, he assumed, with her striking bright green eyes (yet they weren't just green, they had different colors, they were mesmerizing) gave him some sort of relief, comfort, because when he looked at her he completely forgot about Brute, forgot about his broken heart and his self-pity.

The door to the cottage opened and emerged the nymph, holding a basket of fruits. He stopped moving his fingers and looked over to her, going back to the state he was before he saw the mysterious woman. Bubbles gave him a look, but he only responded with a small smile and took the apple she handed to him.

"Thanks." He softly said.

"Don't thank me, Butch! Now let's get a move on." Emphasizing the last part, she grabbed his hand (he told her that she couldn't do that until the second date causing her to just laugh) and lead him past the trees and to a change of scenery. He couldn't recall how far they were going, all he knew was that he was trying to remember how to get to the cottage again after dark.

Once they made to a clearing, she set the basket down and and instructed him to just lay on the grass and rest. "I apologize that I can't give you more than this, but please take these fruits and stay here." And with that she left him.

Odd.

His brothers didn't visit him, which didn't surprise them because they weren't supposed to make contact for the whole thing until he got Brute- since it'd ruin the whole distracting others from him and whatnot. Still, the nymph was a problem.

He saw that look.

A brief look, when she glanced over to the woman's direction. It was worry, but he knew it wasn't for him, so when she grabbed his hand and dragged him somewhere else, he knew she needed to stay preoccupied.

Just for a little bit.

(He was aware that the woman was most likely the Witch Lilith, and knew she was at least somewhat interested.)

"Hey Boomer," He called out, hoping his brother was nearby to listen to him, "There's a little forest spirit that seems to be keen on getting in my way... Bother her, will ya?" Hearing a rustle for a response, he smiled and laid down, already planning on what to do later.

"That's no way to talk to a lady..."

He planned to wake her up from her nightmare, her murmurs of forgiveness that kept going on and on, begging to not be burned, he was aware that in her dream she was being hurt- so he had hoped that his music at least soothed her, waken her, so they could meet.

She stepped out.

As if time has stopped, yet had continued ticking just for Brute, their eyes met and then everything was frozen. His playing stopped, his fingers paused on the strings- and she, her hood no longer covering her face from him. Minutes passed, and then...

He smiled.

She smiled.

They both laughed, the silence broken by small fits of hopefulness, his cheeks rising with heat and hers as well. His despair was soon washed away, because the moment she looked at him, the moment she laughed, smiled, he knew hoping wasn't a far fetched idea.

Their laughter died down, but they kept smiling, and finally he leaned forward and opened his mouth. "So we finally met, huh?" Her eyes widened and he saw tiny stars within, and then he felt butterflies within his stomach.

"H-heh.. I guess we have... I thought it would have taken longer though." She replied, her voice, it was as nice as when she was singing. Her actions weren't as innocent though, as he noticed her glance down at his lips. Cute, he thought.

He could feel her breath.

"I couldn't help but see you this way. That little nymph was pretty adamant on not letting me near this area. She tried to persuade me with fruits!" He shook his fist in a joking matter, and she let out a laugh. This felt nice, this felt right.

This wasn't wrong.

"That's Bubbles for you. Though did you actually try it? She might be a pain in the ass but she does know where to find delicious fruit." A curse word? Not something that a pure maiden should be saying, but nevertheless it amused him, "W-what the hell are you looking at!?"

"You cuss! I can't believe you cuss!" His grinned widened, leaning so close to her that their noses touched.

"Shaddup!"

"Make me." He laughed once more, then stuck out his tongue. She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, stepping forward and slamming her foot down his. A screech left his mouth as he leaned down to hold onto his injured foot.

He felt his worried wash away, the heartache numb slowly and get replaced by a new feeling, a gentle and calming feeling.

He was done crying over his foot, yet the woman just insisted on insulting him so he replied back with much bite. Their bickering went back in forth until he broke out in laughter and she followed him, both grinning.

And that was how they continued on the night, their laughs never dying out- their conversations never becoming dull. They flowed with one another, fleeting moments of touches but never going down the path of temptation- everything was innocent and lighthearted.

A fleeting moment of pure love.

Except you can't fall for her, Butch.

"...Ah, it's almost morning, you... you should leave." She told him cautiously, glancing around the area, and he looked at her before he looked over at the skies and nodded slowly.

"Time sure does pass fast. I'll go now." He smiled once more and turned to leave, then paused, and turned back to face her. He needed to get her name, just so he can confirm it before he got in too deep. (But you're already deep in.) Thus, he leaned close to her and spoke.

"What's your name? I never got it."

Licking her lips quickly, she opened her mouth and forced out a sound.

"Buttercup... Lilith 'Buttercup'..."

His smile widened.

"I'm Butch. Adam 'Butch'."

He was on the right track.

So he left.

Their meetings began at the same place at the same time at first. Every night he'd wake her up from her slumber with a melody, taking the beautiful Witch away from her nightmares, and into his hands of laughter and whispered promises.

His resolved never faltered, yet for a few moments he allowed himself to get lost in her eyes and her love for him, and couldn't help but feel longing for her simple touches, wish that he was allowed to touch her, kiss her, show her how to give into desire.

This is what he wanted.

A relieve from his heartache.

Then their meetings stopped happening at night, and happened during the day.

Butch knew that Brick was watching him- and so was Boomer. They would sometimes meet him when he was alone and tell him that the plan was right on schedule, or tell him to pick up the pace, but always kept a distance nevertheless.

Still, he felt himself feeling something for Buttercup.

It wasn't anything special, just a tug at his heart and the occasional butterflies surrounding his stomach. Perhaps it was her laugh, her smile, he voice, her everything that made him feel this way, but he would never admit that it was anything one would call a special relationship.

He only had that for..

For...

Brute...

Yes, only her.

She was special to him.

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"Hey Brick, do you think Butch is falling for her?"

"Who knows..."

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It happened one night, their conversation was one of the animals within the forest, but the witch wasn't paying too much attention to it. Butch understood she was tired, but it also felt as if she was thinking too much on it.

"And I was thinking, what if I made out with a squirrel y'know?" He decided to say suddenly, trying to gauge a reaction out of her. He noticed her eyes eyes widened. good.

"What?" She stared at him in pure bewilderment, taking a step back. Her reaction led him to laugh, and he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her forward until his chest hit hers. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and he leaned even closer, nose touching briefly.

"Hold up! I was just trying to get your attention, BC." He grinned again, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, just.. dozing off y'know?" She told him, leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes, "I rarely get any sleep now..." With their meetings happening at the dead of night up until dawn, she'd had began getting little to no sleep.

That's when he brought up his idea.

"We should meet during the day, when you're doing your daily rituals and stuff... I can play my lyre while you sing... I'd be nice." He glanced away, red staining his cheeks- and hers as well. For some reason, she didn't want to meet during the day during the beginnings of their little affair.

Her tiny nod though.

That made his heart race.

"Yeah, we should."

And that's how it happened.

After her prayers to the dead, she turned to him, ready to leave- yet she leaned in.

A brush of lips, barely any contact- she was the one that initiated- and suddenly he didn't know exactly what was happening. His eyes had widened when she kissed him once more. Butch finally came to his senses and he moved his hand, moved it to cup one of her cheeks and angle her head. They parted.

This is what he was waiting for.

He couldn't control himself no longer, so he leaned closer to her and brought her chin up- then she didn't something he didn't expect.

Buttercup grabbed onto his collar and crashed her lips with his, closing her eyes tightly. It was cute, she was just crushing her lips onto his, so he decided to take the initiative and lead her. Moving his hand down to her nape, and his free one holding onto her waist, he made sure they were close, oh so very close. She moved her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.

He bit her lower lip, and she gasped- and suddenly she gave him the permission to go further, and so he did.

He was going to meet Eve.

He was going to save Eve.

He was going to bring her back.

That was his resolve.

And it will not falter.

Clothes were torn off, moans filled the air, and whispers of what would come of tomorrow. He destroyed her purity and left nothing but what used to be a beautiful woman.

The gates of hell opened, and he had entered hell.

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Thump, thump, thump.

He found her within the rivers for the dead

Adam held onto her hand

Eve's hand

and climb through the stairs of hell

bringing his real lover back from the dead.

Yet Lilith knew of the betrayal

she saw it

and she sang him a curse

a cruel, cruel curse.

A curse that would cause her

that DAMNED EVE

to become nothing the moment he looked at her

that was his destiny.

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And the musician came back to the world.

Eve long gone.

And his heart shattered.

Leaving nothing but an empty shell.

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What a cruel fate.