He was going to be remembered. Only people who were important were born with his violet blood. He wields legendary weapons: the ancient crosshairs and the wand of science. He was the thing legends were made out of.
But what legendary figure was so disliked? Even the lowly trolls with mustard and olive blood were so open with their disgust for him. But Karkat was fine with being his gossip buddy and step-in moirail. For the most part. At least Karkat isn't so openly revolted with him. Kanaya was a pretty good friend. She wasn't always hating him. At least, not publicly.
And then there was Feferi. She always listened, always helped, but he did not return the favor. It was what had decidedly ended their relationship. She felt like she was a grub-sitter, always looking after him. She never had time dedicated to herself. Not until she was away from him. That made him angry.
So, here he is. He's sitting in a corridor, bawling his eyes out. His hands felt heavy, as if they were made of lead. He couldn't bear to think about those he had- he had- Oh, cod, he couldn't say it. He didn't want to think about how their blood painted the gray walls. Fuchsia and mustard, with jade speckled in. How could he have made such a terrifying mural? Who was he?
After some time, he dried his eyes. He stood up. He would go back there, and he would show no remorse. He would be proud and hold his head high, no matter what. No one could hurt him now. No one could kill him.
His soul was already dead.
He smiled grimly as he walked back to the crime scene he created. He would be okay. He would be remembered. He would be legendary.
But he knew that all legends weren't good. Some were just plain evil. Only time could decide which he was.
I just love writing about Eridan after he killed Fef for some reason. It's just fun, I guess. Anyway, drop a review if you liked it! I'm thinking of writing a story based on "The Lady or the Tiger", so it'll be fun to write!
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