True Darkness was something not many lived to experience. Not in those times, that is. It would swallow you whole and eat away on you until there was nothing left of what you once were. That is what many believed in, except those that have truly given into darkness. For them it was a blessing that granted them the power to get what they desired. Power beyond believe. But now, on one who had wished for power and control, it was an eternal seeming curse that was put on him. He wanted more than everyone else. He wanted to control everything and now he has nothing. Nothing but that constant beating of his newly won heart, but this was no longer something he wished for. He just wished for this to end... this torture. This endless darkness that surrounded him, loneliness eating away one the feelings he had again now.
His hand wandered to his face, covering his eyes as a soft, defeated sigh left his lips. The black coat he was dressed in kept him warm, the hood covering his face and casting a shadow over it completely. Only a few strings of pink hair would be visible.
How long had he been trapped in this abyss? For how long had he wandered those paths, hope slowly drifting away as it continued, no end in sight. What time was it even? How long had he been here? Weeks? Months? He didn't know. He couldn't even die from hunger or thirst, this world keeping him moving, even though he should have long been dead from starvation. His heart's power is what kept him alive in this place, but even his strong heart could not take this torture forever.. could it?
Know that he thought of it, he was not really alone. No, THEY were here also. Heartless... they hunted him when they found his heart in this darkness, wanting it for their own. The assassin had always thought them off until now, but he was getting tired of the fighting. There was one place he had found the heartless would not go to. It was a beach surrounded by those dark stones, a light in the distance giving at least some comfortable feeling to this place. Yes, there was still hope in his heart. And as long as it wouldn't vanish, he would keep on moving forward, even though he was exhausted from all those battles he had already thought. His coat was slightly torn on some parts, a few cuts visible on his skin.
His body may be slightly injured, but it was nothing compared to his mind. The guilt was eating him up, the hate and the frustration in his bones shaking him again and again since he was here. What he had done as a nobody was something other people would be sorry for, now that they had their heart back. It was no difference with him, but it was very complicated. The guilt was there, but he denied it with all his being. He had killed before he was a nobody. He had manipulated and destroyed lives, so that was nothing new. But now that he was trapped here, things have changed slightly. Was this some kind of punishment for what he had done to others? Is that the reason he was here?
"Lauriam.. you will die here... it is just a matter of time.", he said to himself, chuckling almost with bitterness.
"Or maybe.. you will stay here forever. Always fighting. Always alone. Maybe this is your fate... and always has been."
The male stood up now, standing his ground like a king would, his back straight, his eyes focused on the light in the distance. He had never been a royal, but he always had the feeling he was born for something great. He would hold on to this... His ears caught movement behind him, his body turning to face what was approaching him. Yellow eyes would stare at him, shadows slowly creeping closer from everywhere. They had found him here. The shadows.. they were here to end him and to feast on him like they had once done before. The assassin chuckled once again, seeing how many they were. To many.. he couldn't fight them all off and he was trapped on this beach. This was the end... but he wouldn't let them kill him without a fight.
Moving his hand to the side, his scythe would appear in it, a few flower petals flying through the air, swallowed by the darkness shortly after. Entering his battle-stance, he closed his eyes for a moment, bracing himself for his death once more.
And with that the shadows would rush forward...