Evil Spirit soared silently thru the night. He felt the new spirit enter the forest and bond with the seeker. The new spirit was especially strong. It would make his destruction of the human all the more enjoyable, for there would be more than the one soul this time.
Evil Spirit had never bonded with a seeker; he found the whole idea repulsive. He preferred to stand away from the victim, whispering despair and hate into their very soul till it consumed them and drove them to insanity. Insanity, his true ultimate enjoyment, better than the pleasures of the body he left so long ago, that he had long past forgotten who or why he had been.
He would have to whisper darker things to his young man. The new spirit was also connected to this one somehow. Once he figures it out, he will use it to destroy the spirit too, a new thrill, never experience by any spirit of the seeker good or evil.
Van sits by the Royal Tomb at the castle in Fanelia, his mood growing darker with each passing day. His love for Hitomi has lasted for an eternity, but in the universe an eternity can be a very short time. To come thru the greatest war ever seen on Gaea, only to loose her to something called a train wreck. The fates must have known that day for his connection to her had been strong. He felt her fear; fear the likes he never thought to feel. He heard the screams of people he couldn't see. He felt the pain of injuries so sever he thought he would pass out. And he felt the life leave the body of the one he loved more than life itself. These thought had plagued him till he stopped sleeping, afraid of the dreams they brought. Dreams of pleasure with Hitomi; turned to terrors that last thru the night.
Festival was soon to start here in Fanelia; Van would have to make appearances to his people, as is the duty of the King. The voice he had begun to hear whispered to him, told him that the people would know when they looked at him, that he had caused Hitomi's death, by letting her leave. They would know and they would blame him, knowing he was no real king. Not worthy.
Merle approaches the tomb. Her concern for her lord was apparent in her eyes.
"Please come in now Lord Van, the hour grows late."
"You worry too much Merle, I will be fine."
Merle has had this same talk with Van over and over again, she knows nothing she says matters to him anymore. So she sits by his side as she has always done.