Title: Tears of the lost
Fandom’s: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Belladonna (non romance), The Master/Belladonna, Owen/Katie, Rory/Amy, Doctor/River, Tommy/Tosh, past Mickey/Jake, past Tom/Martha, Mickey/Martha, Doctor/Belladonna, Master/Belladonna, Master/Doctor becoming Master/Belladonna/Doctor, John/Kathy/Andy and Rhys/Donna
Summary: Twisting with the darkness they await to die or be saved.
Warnings: Evil Ianto, mentions of torture, rape, abuse and multiplies deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who; if I did COE would have never happened. I do own Belladonna.
Author Notes: This is unbetaed any mistakes are mine. This is for the Long Live Ianto prompt # 4- Someone revives Ianto but something goes wrong and he ends up being evil/with his morality inverted/etc. as a lure for Jack to come back to Earth. (Then Jack saves the day, happy ending, etc.)
I did it again, I allowed someone to get close to me,
And I lost them.
Stolen from me by the shadows and lost to me in the darkness.
Her loving smile that filled me with warmth, gone now replaced by a cruel and mocking one,
They took her from me, took and corrupted her beautiful soul, warping it with darkness and evil,
My love gone,
The twisted soul that wears her face locked by my hand in the void,
And my beloved son hidden away on earth.
I will not rest until I find those who robbed me of my family,
I am the on coming storm and they will feel my wraith.
Humans disgusting creatures, I hate them, all but her.
Oh how I wanted to hate her, for she had something I longed to have again, his love.
I tried so hard to hate her, but the kindness of her soul and her loving heart, made me unable too.
Instead I fell in love with her.
He maybe my heart, but she became my soul.
And they took her from me, robbed me of my family.
My light gone, imprisoned in the void,
And my son made a human.
For those who robbed me of them, they shall know no mercy,
For I am the Master,
And here come the drums.
These foolish time lords, she is but the first step.
For so long I have waited lost in the darkness, waiting to gain my revenge on he who stopped my return.
Blinded by their grief they do not see the fate of their beloved son,
But I know it well.
How delicious the pain that Jack must been feeling now, his greatest of loves dead, by his own foolish choices.
And my little doll, how the rage within her grows,
Soon the universe shall tremble, for nothing is as terrifying as a mother’s rage.
And soon I shall add another little puppet to my collection, mother and son shall herald my arrival,
Once again I shall feast on the souls of mortals.