In the gloom that was the dark one's castle, there was an aura of
hatred, and despair. Sprawled across the stone of his haven, the pale one
stared at nothing, his crimson eyes sightless and blind. His bare arms were
so pale, they glowed through the murk. He shivered with the cold of the
stone beneath him, and drew his black cape more tightly around his body.
Pain shot through his features, and his crimson eyes closed with the ache.
A scythe lay on the floor, not far from his gloved hand. The blood of his
enemies tainting it, no matter how many times he cleaned the blade. A deep
shuddering breath caught in his throat, and he choked for air. The heavy
weight of guilt bore down upon his shoulders. The intricate pendant strung
around his throat seemed all the heavier.
A tear fell from a scarlet eye, and traveled down his pale skin, leaving a small track behind. The many scars of battle etched through his flesh and ached with the hurt of remaining for many years unhealed. He drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his bare arms around his legs. In one of his gloved hands, the beautiful pendant was cradled amongst the thick leather. He remained so for a long while, sitting like the child he had left behind.
After what seemed like an eternity, Magus stood. Tears and pain forgotten, he dropped the pendant back to it's place and took up his scythe. Taking one step, the hurt surged through him, but he would not let it oppose him. He screamed in frustration and torment, but kept his feet. The scream echoed down the abandoned corridors of his castle, to reverberate forever in the long forgotten halls and chambers.
A tear fell from a scarlet eye, and traveled down his pale skin, leaving a small track behind. The many scars of battle etched through his flesh and ached with the hurt of remaining for many years unhealed. He drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his bare arms around his legs. In one of his gloved hands, the beautiful pendant was cradled amongst the thick leather. He remained so for a long while, sitting like the child he had left behind.
After what seemed like an eternity, Magus stood. Tears and pain forgotten, he dropped the pendant back to it's place and took up his scythe. Taking one step, the hurt surged through him, but he would not let it oppose him. He screamed in frustration and torment, but kept his feet. The scream echoed down the abandoned corridors of his castle, to reverberate forever in the long forgotten halls and chambers.