She was simply a follower, slipping into the shadows, allowing time to carry her afloat in the expanse of existence.
He was an active, wandering shadow. A creature who lurked through the crevices of the world with silent bloodlust, waiting to be called upon, wandering in wait for any prey.
It seemed as though she cared less for anything. She was, on the surface of reality, like a complete doll with her own satisfaction at her fingertips. How content and free she looked as she continued her roadless travels with beings of her kind, whoever they were. Did she really have everything?
His cloak never failed to counter the wind; it spread greater his flames of madder-red, hiding the countless treasures he had been collecting over the many, many years... Far too many to even beat the combined length of his long soliloquy speeches. These were worthy treasures indeed. They were sharper than the gaze he often gave through his burning eyes, capable of inflicting pain in its purest agony. But was there truly nothing else to his hostility?
Everything had been just a dream, like the illusions she used to weave and play like threads round her gloved fingers, controlling and strangling anyone within her grasp. No, that doll image was far too weak beyond her true colours. Synonymous to the sandman who sprinkles nightmares into one's sleep, there was no question in the delight she had in toying with the world of dreams as a juggler would with their tricks. And no, she was still not satisfied with it all. Deep within, her curiosity was a pitch-black abyss. She wanted more.
Always a loner, fearsomely dangerous was he. Absorbing victories from everywhere as he waited for the chance, he knew nothing less about the world of battle and murder. There he was, with a ruled-off assassin life spinning round him endlessly in circles, the "Destructive Blade".
In her quiet search to find and live as she wanted, she stepped close to the edge of death, and was saved by the one with so great a power.
In his solitary wanderings, he protected the "Village of Jestful Slumber", accidentally earning a companion.
How long exactly did they travel together, before that new power at the other end of the world aroused her unsatiable greed?
Before her departure, she made a promise, leaving him to his blood-shedding ways.
Like a butterfly, she fluttered carelessly in the breeze, attracted to the spider's brilliant web. Like the smile on a clown's face, she desired endlessly into a fantasy. And like a transient dream, she met her demise, melting into faint embers of Ibris-rose, her promise disappearing along with it in smoke.
Now a call beckons his duty. He faces his prey standing in his way.
What was the purpose of her craving for power? Would he be able to find the answer by avenging her death? The madder-red flames blaze on with fiercer intensity; his deadly gaze and swords sharper than ever, fixed solely on one very familar goal:
Crushing, torturing, finishing off his opponents.
...but what made him think of her so suddenly now?