Thorn in My Pride
"Pitiful filthy mutt... You of all should feel honoured to stand before our selves. As we have taken the meaning of divine, to levels beyond your comprehension. Behold this worlds true and only god! Slayer of all which is corrupt!"
´´And thus, my destiny had once more come full circle. Nothing had changed, and as I reckoned, this... This would stay true to the meaning of pure agony. The wheel of fate would take it's relentless slow turn, and with the that said. The current event had been set up, planned and executed. It did not play out the way I remembered it back then, but it was justas, if not far more painful than I remembered it. Even with Raziel serving as my right hand, my righteous sword. The Hylden had become too powerful for my very being. And I was struck down, just as I had been eons ago.
I had postponed this event, however it went down regardless of how much I managed to twist and turn time to my will.
I yet again faced defeat to the hands of the Hylden, and something told me it would not be the last time.
It truly was a bitter taste, hope... For it was like a fruit which had not yet reached that sweet state of maturity. And as an impatient child, I grasped it right off it's stalk to sink my teeth into it. Much to my dismay, finding it rather hard to digest...
I was struck down, and yet... For some reason, I lived.
The world which I came to experience, had been plunged into a state of madness and corruption with my absence, that could not compare to what I had endured with my denial of the sacrifice to restore the pillars.
Raziel, now the soul reaver, as always awaited me. Over the many years I had laid dormant in a state inbetween life and death, many things had changed. As when Mortanius had first turned me from the light, and rid me of my human mortality, I felt like I had awoken to a new kind of world. The reaver stirred with an eerie aura in my conscious presence... I found my self to be nailed atop an alter of sorts, as though were I the relic of some twisted religion, the reaver impaling me at the very core of my body. Strangely I felt no pain, nor was I affected in the least. I had forgotten who lingered within the confines of the reaver. And at the time, I did not care. It didn't take me long to phase out of my pathetic state, freeing the reaver of the alter, to roam through the tomb which held my residence.
the next time I would face the Hylden, I would not be so arrogant and careless... Even the most bold learn from their mistakes, sadly... For them. They wouldn't get a second chance to learn from their's... It's a lesson learned too late,,