Thorns
Prologue:
"She's gone, my lord…" Osyrus, my most loyal servant, said grievingly as he entered my study.
"Then all is lost… I failed in my quest… I failed Amy… what is left in this harsh planet…" I quipped back, my gaze turned towards an endless bookcase.
My quest was to seek Soul Edge and Soul Calibur, the two legendary swords of Spirit and pure Power, and use them to create a new world for Amy and me, but they were destroyed before I could wield them as my own, by who I do not know. The majority of me mourned the loss of the two swords, but there was a part of me that was still sane, still able to recover. This side of me grew, thus I could bring myself to the self-realization that I was a fool to ever think I could create a new world.
The little girl who saved me in Paris, who I owed my life too, fell gravely ill as my lust for power and the almost hypnotic enchantment I had placed upon her had been her source of continued existence as I kept her under my wing. I promised her everything, and literally everything, my mind plagued by what I now realise was just pure evil. Now she is dead. I think it was just her will to live that fleeted away, maybe it was the Evil Seed that kept her alive, and as the Seed was banished, so was her life, or maybe it was just nature. Whatever it was, I could not loom on it, and I was in too fragile of a state to even think of the young girl I loved like a Daughter. In some cases she even was my Daughter, as she used my family name with pride before her first. Alas, she was gone, and so was my lust for power. I guess I should start over, I lost my war for another world, but by proxy I won a personal war I never knew I was fighting. Life goes on I suppose, but how it goes on, is impossible to tell.
The Question is… can I continue to live as a normal human? Or will I succumb to madness because of my losses?