+ that burned in his palms.
She would pay for betraying him, for leaving him to rot.

Cienn would learn to love him, or she and everyone she cared for would burn.

+

America, as he discovered, was hundreds of miles away, an ocean between him and his reunion. So, he had to work. Farm jobs, cleaning jobs; anything to earn money to buy passage.

And now he was finally back in Gotham.

Cienn was in the city. He knew it in his guts, in the magical flames +

He should’ve died. He had in a lot of the possible futures… But he had landed with precision earned through years of nothing to do but hone his powers. He had survived, nursed back to health by a nearby town.

And when he was back at full strength? That was when the hard part started.
+

+ But she never did. No one did. He had rotted in that place for years until, finally, the howls of that spider ripped through the realm and sent him spilling out into earth, somewhere over the desert.

The fall from the rift had broken one of his legs and both his arms. +

+ killed him.

Escaping from that burning apartment hadn’t been easy… but where Spim had stolen him away to? That had been hell.

Trapped in a realm where his only company had been that spider, taunting Asher with its words. But he had held out hope, hope that Cienn would come and save the day. +