There really were no words to describe the state she was left in, no utterances or moans that would press into reality the devastation that suffocated her, so she gave none. Not that there was anyone around to hear any of them anyway - everything was destroyed, razed to the ground. Ella let her eyes scan the dilapidated ruins of her home, the trees burnt and buildings gone. The beautiful Seelie castle that held her coronation and wedding only a few weeks before was a pile of white rubble, black charring touching each piece of her history. She'd wept for several days, knowing the loss she'd suffered was not only irreversible, but permanent.
Damon had taken from her the ability to continue on her race, the loss of her people one thing, but the destruction of their future another. She was the last of her kind and as such would take the Fae magic given her people by the creator of time and allow it to die in her bosom. She found no reprieve in the knowledge that death would come soon at the hands of her beloved. Damon had been in there in the beginning when she was created and from the same drop of dew light and dark was spun into existence, her life filled with joy, happiness and hope and his just the opposite.
She'd tried so desperately to befriend him over the years, to have him become for her something to be treasured, but he only played a dangerous game, one that left him in control of her and her people and she couldn't allow that. She stopped near the grave of her mother, only a small piece of the tombstone remaining. She bent down and swept her hands across the soot and tar, wanting to see something that resembled yesterday. He'd taken everything from her and in his deception; she'd lost a bit of her light because she'd stop at nothing now to enact her revenge.
She smiled sadly at her mother’s name etched along the stone and stood, sighing deeply and wondering where to start on her journey to hell. She knew not the way, but she knew just the man that would - Parik.