A replica's cries
"Lost his memories." Dark waved off his TV with a slash from Dispair shattering it into the winds, "Idiot I need you in one piece to drag you back here!"
"The way you work so hard for one insignifigent goal is laughable, Dark."
Dark snapped around, "Why don't you just die."
"You know why I'm fake this place can only accept the real into it's dark walls, that's what you boasted to me about."
Dark glared at the ground and walked over to the source of the noise, "I'm honestly amazed you are still able to go on fake."
"Stop calling me that! It's not my fault I had no choice with I was fake or real, but why didn't you revive Vexen with me?" The small replica from castle oblivion had been accepted into the dark planet only to fused by his hands and legs to the dark walls not able to perish.
Dark frowned and turned away, "You're a pathetic excuse for a replica that deserves to be called fake to be reminded of that, and I want to see you suffer till that small piece of hope disappears from your green eyes."
The replica cast his eyes to the ground, "I feel bad for your unborn son, what will he think of his dad when he finds out his dad is you."
Dark stopped and turned to face the teen hands gripping Dispair to the point of pain, "Don't you dare speak of my son!" he swung the keyblade cutting open a fresh wound.
That had been a first even as long as he had been there, the replica knew he struck a delicate cord, but never had he seen the dark ruler ever get so mad and riled up over something. He never saw that from Vexen when Larxene struck him down and forced Namine to rearrange his memories, he knew now what he said was wrong no matter how heartless Dark was or how much he damn well deserved it.
Dark on the other hand knew he had proved the replica right his son would spit on his name if he learned who his father was, thankfully he was protect from the truth for a few more months, "Your right I don't expect much less then to be shunned as his blood relative but don't speak of him again."
"He got a name?"
"Didn't I just say."
The replica looked up with a hurt look, "Just tell me this son that you never seen yet have you given him a name, a life of his own, the same things I was denied even though I was complete and born into the world, just tell me that."
"Zenith, that his name because I hope for him to raise high where I have fallen."
The replica sucked in hard trying to hold back the nagging feeling of being nothing.
Dark narrowed his eyes, "Not again you children I can't stand to hear you cry!" he waved his arm sucking more life from the replica and listened to his cries fade out till he blacked out and hung down like a lifeless corpse.
He turned from the replica and sat down in his seat summoning another TV, "Zenith, I pray you never find me."