Why he kept returning here, Aseph had no clue. Everybody that he had ever known here was long dead. "I promised you I would never forget." He breathed, crouching before the worn stone. It had been bright, pale and sharp...it seemed like it had been that only yesterday. But now it was weathered, growing lichen, leaning dangerously. "Wayla."
But he had forgotten. Try as he might, he couldn't remember what she had looked like. What she had sounded like. What she had been like. She had been important enough to risk his life for, once. But now she just a shadowy memory that haunted him. And even that was less and less. When he closed his eyes now, he saw another. A woman that he remembered all too well what she looked like. What she sounded like. One imminently suited to match his destiny and his station. "I can't keep doing this." He told the stone, and it gave him the same comforting silence he was long accustomed to. "Every moment I let him hold me away from Pandaemonium is another moment he controls me. He's not my better anymore. I know you hated it, but Wayla, I am what I am." What he'd been every moment since he'd jumped and hadn't died. He wasn't a fool. He knew that the moment he had ascended, that the young woman he'd had his eyes on back then had fallen by the wayside. Too much had happened in that moment, even if he'd been willing to forgive her. And back then, he might have done just that...for a couple of decades. But again, she'd turned away...he'd seen it in her eyes. It had been easier to just run. And then fly. Far from here. "I'd tell you you'd like her, but I don't think so." He sat on the sparse grass next to the stone, running his claws through his hair. No, Moriah was everything that Wayla had wanted to be, but never would have been. Beautiful. Graceful. Gentle. Strong. And most importantly, blessed by Aion. "I am going to Pandaemonium." He stated firmly. He was done with this. Done with here. It was high time he behaved like exactly what he was, a daeva, blessed, and a General.
