Closed with @impossiblebrokengirl
Victorious paced in his cell uncomfortably. He was irritated and embarrassed and eager to be out of here and back out there, tearing through the universe with his love, his beautiful Darkness. His faith in her was absolute. He wasn’t worried. Clara would come for him. Though he was humiliated that she would find him this way. Imprisoned by these insignificant humans.
The only way he was able to cope with the ordeal was to imagine the terrible vengeance she was going to rain on everyone between her and him. The thought of all the bloody, terrible things she would do to them made him smile. He had taken to taunting his captors over it, actually.Â
There had been some attempts to question him. He was apparently going to be put on trial for some atrocity he didn’t even remember committing. He was assured that he would definitely be executed, but the legal processes still needed to be observed.Â
All they had gotten from him, however, was an endless stream of taunts that when they got what was coming to them they would wish that he had been the one to kill them, that it would have seemed merciful by comparison. The thought almost made the waiting bearable. Almost.