"We're here 'til midnight/Damn right/We're wound up too tight/I've got a fist full of whiskey/ The bottle just bit me/ We've got no fear, no doubt/ All in, all out// We're going out tonight/To put out all the light/Do anything we want/Take everything in sight/We're going 'til the world stops turning/While we burn it to the ground tonight//

-'Burn it to the Ground'.

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"Where are the instruments, Hyde? We need to start the invasion soon", Keres asked. She had dropped her human disguise for her own vampiric appearance, and didn't seem to care for the face that any passing human could reveal her intentions. They had stowed away in a backalley behind a museum, and the other demons were trying to seek out the instruments, without much success, leaving them alone.

"They will be procured soon. And it is not up to you when we start. I need to see someone first". Keres squinted slightly, as if she was trying to read his mind.

"You want to visit the Devil's dimension?" she asked finally, one curved eyebrow raised.

"There's someone there, someone who can help", Hyde answered with a growl. He flipped the sword around in his fingertips, looking for some big, friendly button that would teleport him to Hell, but he didn't find one.

"Let me come with you", Keres lulled, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

"Why? What could you possibly get out of it?"

"I want to ensure your safety".

"Are you sure you don't mean the safety of your new world?"

"Perhaps", she replied with a twinkle in her eye. She ran her hand along the lapels of his jacket, looking up at him, then ran her painted red fingernails along his hands, interlocking his fingers with hers. "Perhaps not".

"Hm", Hyde purred under his breath. "Okay, fine". He lifted the sword above his head and threw it down, cutting through the air in front of them. A visible cut, glowing red, appeared and Hyde held one side of it, ripping it apart like a wound. Stepping through, it surprised Hyde to find he was in a large hall, bathed in red light. "What the Hell is this?" he asked aloud.

"An appropriate choice of words", Keres answered with a smile. "Welcome to the great city of Hell". The room looked rather normal, with tall windows dotted around, spilling orange light from outdoors, black tiled floors and a soaring ceiling decorated with gruesome faces of demons. On the far end of the room was a long staircase, carpeted red, with swirling black banisters of iron. There were several creatures around him, drinking alcohol from tall tankards. Some were horrible misshapen, some had curling horns protruding from their heads. Though none of them looked the same, they were all as gruesome as the next.

"I'll leave you to it, then", Keres lulled, walking away towards a group of darkly dressed vampires, her deep purple dress sweeping the floor behind her. Hyde scoffed, sitting over at a bar next to some shady looking character with grey skin and fangs overlapping its lip.

"Whisky", Hyde exclaimed to a creature standing behind the bar. Flame red hair adorned her almost white face and her eyes were emeralds, slit down the middle like a snake's. "Make it a double".

"I 'aven't seen you round 'ere. Who are ya?" she asked, passing over a glass filled with amber coloured liquid.

"Who am I?" he repeated, swigging down the drink in one go. "Robert Hyde, at your service".

"Robert Hyde, you say?" a voice exclaimed from the staircase. Hyde looked to see a woman standing at the top of the stairs. Long, dark hair was neatly cropped at her shoulders and matched the black lace of her floor length dress. Silver bracelets encircled her wrists and her lips were painted red as blood. She walked quickly down the steps, running her hand down the banister. Approaching Hyde, she looked around him, studying him almost, then stood back. "Well it's about damn time", she lulled, smiling. "I'm Evelina Jekyll".

"Any relation to Lottie Jekyll?" he asked, remembering the name from somewhere.

"Yeah. She's my daughter", she replied, becoming increasingly concerned that he hadn't shown any reaction to her. "Do you remember me at all?"

"Can't say I do".

"I'm your mother, Robert. I know I was around for long; I guess that's the consequence of being murdered, but I still am", she lulled quietly, sitting on the seat beside him. "Please, just try to remember me. It was our little family Robert: Louis, and Olalla, and Lottie, and you and me".

"I can't, I'm sorry. But I believe that you are my mother", Hyde replied bluntly, and ordered another whisky with a flick of his hand. "What did you do to end up down here? I thought Hell was reserved for the naughty ones".

"Well, once upon a time an angel fell in love with a monster. I was the angel. Good job if you could get it, but I couldn't be without him. He was everything I wasn't, and, in some way, I thought he completed me", Evelina sighed. "So I cast myself out of Heaven, got sent down here for my 'sins' and got my wings torn off by a Hellhound".

"Sounds... fun?"

"Really wasn't, dear. Anyway, what brings you to our humble abode?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to Edward". Evelina just raised her eyebrow at his request and she spun around on her chair to face the staircase. "Hyde!" she shouted up the stairs.

"What?" came the reply. Whoever it was had a rather deep voice, crackly and somewhat threatening, even though he had said nothing to threaten anyone.

"Your... Grandson, is here to see you".

"I have a grandson?"

"Yes", Evelina answered and rolled her eyes slightly. "You have three grandchildren in fact". At the top of the stairs appeared a hunched-over man with a twisted spine and shaggy black hair. He had on a pin-striped, three-piece suit, ripped at the edges and leant on a black stick.

"Really, because a minute ago, I had no grandchildren, and now I have three. So either you've been rather busy, or you've been lying to me, Evelina".

"You're paranoid", Evelina scoffed, and turned back to the bar as Edward Hyde made his way down the stairs. Everything was quiet.

"Usual", he murmured to the bartender and she passed over a glass of red liquid.

"Monocane", Hyde thought.

"I guess you must be Robert", Edward exclaimed to Hyde, looking at him with a curious sidelong gaze, then necking his drink. "I see my family inheritance got to you safely then".

"If you are talking about Hyde, then yes. And I'm making full use of it".

"Good", Edward replied. "Unlike your father, who decides to go off with organisations who betray him as soon as they're finished with him". It confused Hyde to hear Edward talk. He spoke properly like Henry Jekyll, but had the mannerisms of Edward Hyde. It was like he was stuck in the middle of the two.

"I'm going to raise Hell, grandfather. I'm bringing every demon and monster to the land above. You'll be free from here... Forever", Hyde said with an excited glint in his eye.

"Now that's what a Hyde sounds like", Edward chuckled and clinked his newly filled glass with Hyde's.

"Wait, what?" Evelina interrupted, with concern written across her face. "There's a reason we're here, you know. It's because we're not supposed to belong on Eart-"

"Oh, ignore her, Robert. She still thinks she's an angel", Edward laughed and spun Evelina around on her chair. "What use is an angel without any wings?" He pointed at the red-raw remnants of her wings that was visible through the black lace of her dress.

"Much more use than a Hyde without a Jekyll", she retorted, and Edward raised his eyebrows at her comment.

"Anyway, I'm proud of you Robert. And I'm sure you will gain many friends here in Hell if you allow them access to the land of the living".

"I saw you come in with Keres, Robert", Evelina said quietly. "Please, for the love of God, say that you aren't working with that witch".

"I am. And she's not a witch, as you so bluntly put it. She's a great thinker, and a good friend of mine", Hyde answered.

"Is that so?" Evelina murmured. "I've been watching over you, Robert; it's the best I can do from down here. If you really think that creature is a good friend of yours, do me a favour. Ask her who Bella is".

"Everyone's on about her. That's all I hear: Bella, Bella, Bella. Couldn't have liked her that much if I can't remember her now". Evelina looked him up and down for a moment, then the Hyde Sword hanging from Hyde's belt caught her eye.

"The Lapida Drakos? Louis made it to destroy Captain Dance. Wh-why have you got it?" she asked, grabbing the blade and holding it aloft.

"It was given to me", he riposted, grasping it back and sliding it back into his belt. "What's it to do with you?"

"It's everything to do with me. That blade is damned, it's corrupting you. That's why you can't remember anyone you love". Edward, who was sitting between them, swiftly stepped back from the confrontation and chuckled under his breath. "It was never meant to be a weapon", she muttered, quieting down.

"Please, enlighten me to it's use then. As a blade made of a material deadly to monsters".

"It opens portals to Hell, you know that already. Louis created it after my death so that he would be able to visit me here. That's why it was split into three pieces, so that none of my children would forget me. It went really well, as you know".

"Sarcasm?"

"Of course".

"You think I care that I forget about who I love? After Keres and I raise Hell, they'll all be dead anyway".

"Ask her who Bella is. For me". Hyde scoffed, then stood up from his chair and walked over to where Keres was standing alone. In her hand she held a large glass of red wine (though it could have possibly have been blood), and she looked over the other demons around her with a shrewd manner.

"Hello", she lulled, sipping on the crimson liquid. "Got bored of your little friends?"

"Do you know who this 'Bella' is that everyone's talking about?"

"I do".

"Care to elaborate?"

"She was the one who killed me, Hyde", Keres replied, knowingly lying through her teeth. That was the only way Hyde would trust her. If he knew what she had done to the one that he loved, then, well, goodness knows what would happen to her. "She's a witch, horrible little thing".

"Then why is everyone saying that I used to care about her so much?"

"Because they're lying to you. Using false memories and trying to change you back into Jekyll". Hyde growled at even the mention of him. Keres smiled to herself, seeing this as an opportunity to secure his trust. "I would never do that, Hyde. Never".

"I know you wouldn't, darling". Keres beamed, baring pearly white fangs, and she raised a hand to his cheek. Putting her head slightly to the side, she launched forward, and pressed her painted lips onto his. Hyde's arms wrapped around her back, and he could feel his mother's eyes boring a hole into the back of his head. All Keres could think was that she now had Hyde wrapped around her little finger.

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