The moon was full the stars danced and twinkled in the blanketed heavens and yet so very empty and silent. At times he could nearly become used to the silence that he was afraid he was becoming far too used to as well as that of the cold.
He shuddered wrapping his arms around him despite the artificial warmth of the mansion's interior where a deep cold seemed to seep from within as cold as that man's son; That man's son, the son of the man who had trapped his master inside a place he could not reach.
Rem Arlond, Glax Arlond...
How far he had fallen since his master was sealed. He had forced himself to lick the clawed feet of the being who had taken the one person who gave him purpose away from him, had went on a bended knee and proclaimed he had been misguided to feed that man's own ego. That wicked and vile man even among Devils.
Just a but more, he told himself. Just a bit more and he would find that power that would set his beloved master free.
"Wait for me, Maxxis-sama." he whispered reverently.
Just a bit more.