Crepuscular Demise
Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers – Captain Jack Sparrow
Thunder erupted from the maw of Hell's Terra, the Cyclonian skies in an epic battle between red and white, with lightning etching its every gruesome outline.
Despite this, the inhabitants slept peaceful, what they dreamt of differs, yet one Cyclonian, a very prominent one was not asleep.
He had not been asleep for days, weeks, and months with the same nightmare still haunting him.
"We trusted you."
Thunder stopped my train of thought, the redness in my eyes reflecting the skies. Slowly, I got up and stared out at my 'home', if that was the proper name for it.
I was not born to it, like the rest of them, but earned my place. Some could say for a terrible price, yet everyone knew to keep their personal thought away from the unofficial Prince of Darkness.
I had come from a small Terra, so slow in its development that their only means of travel was similar to that of Terra Rex's, only rusted and defective.
It was an obvious tale, a tale of a boy aspiring to be more that labour hands on his speck of land. A man who would ride to the ends of the Atmos, to the Stratosphere and to the watery depths of Terra Aquinos. I wanted more.
Perhaps it was luck, or twisted fate, that led to the Storm Hawks crash on that small Terra, and that only young I was interested enough to assist them. I had immersed myself in their rich technology, and savoured every second. When I had completed the job with great sorrow, I was posed with a proposition. The squadron was in need of a mechanic, and the leader needed a co-pilot. There was no amount of words which could explain the my original glee, solemnly I explained to my mother and father that I was leaving. Although it was arduous to inform them, that was the only sacrificial goodbye I had to make, for I had no friends to tell.
I left the next day.
It lost its charm soon after, I was not regarded as the 'new' toy anymore and taken for granted; I was left to guard the Condor or the skimmers. I was just labour hands, just something that would get in the way.
It was when I was on a mission that I was captured and taken to Cyclonia, taught to despise this place I turned a deaf ear to their kindness. They revealed my squadron's sinister intentions and manipulative plans. Although it seemed false, I could not help but agree with them.
Taught to fight and taught to fend for myself were some of the lifelong lessons I had learnt, but then came a simple request, to kill the traitors. I knew myself it was wrong, yet I was beyond the boundaries of right and wrong by then.
Cyclonia chose me to lead their army, and not any other person, me. They promised me everything I wanted, everything I had been refused.
"We trusted you."
It was a small voice who said it, the only one who had taken initiative in learning about me, her name was Mira.
She is dead.
Along with the rest of the Storm Hawks
And along with Ace
The Dark Ace is Cyclonis' champion, destined to never sleep or to smile for the blood I have slain. Destined to be cursed for all eternity. Night times are the hardest to go through, a tougher battle than anyone I would face.
I only hope one day I'll escape my crepuscular demise
Until then, allow me a moments rest in a lifetime of calamity.
And so I laid my heavy burdens down, closed my eyes and listened the anguish of the skies and my heart rip my soul apart.
Blaze Namine - Not everyone is born evil, even the Dark Ace