A/N: Written for Inktober 2019 day 4 prompt and originally posted to Tumblr. Going back to my roots with a true 100-word drabble.
Freeze
Hell was not scorching heat and flames. It was freezing cold, a barren wasteland. Endless hours spent in darkness underground while she was above in the land of the living. The mockery of her watched him from the corner with unblinking glass eyes, but she did not keep him company. There was fire enough in his Don Juan, burning in his belly and setting his veins ablaze, but it did not keep him warm. Gone were the days when his music alone had been enough to sustain him. Hell was separation and Erik was Hades, longing for his Persephone's return.