Zephon waited, suspended in the secret chamber of his Cathedral, for Raziel to come. He held every belief that he would triumph; since his last evolution, Zephon felt himself become stronger, sharper, faster. The insect body he inhabited suited him and need no one tell him of that. Even his children had changed, becoming more that what they had been, casting off the weakness of their old bodies and taking on the forms of insects as well. Zephon could see everything that happened in Nosgoth inside his chamber; his webs spun across vast distances and nothing remained unknown to him, not even the lives of the humans in their Citadel. He plotted and weaved and spun; he paraded endless ideas in his mind on just how to conquer all of Nosgoth, to thrown down Kain and take his place.
With his new body, he could do anything. Not even precious Raziel, the reject from the Abyss, could stop him.
But as Zephon waited, wrapped in his own arrogance, he constantly drifted in and out of his memories. In the low moments of his life, he wondered if they were all he ever had left. Zephon viewed certain bits of his memory, wondering how he could have done anything differently, folding and refolding them over and over again. Sometimes, if this body had allowed it, Zephon would have silently wept. He only reached such a low when he thought over his most private memories; ones that he had tucked away in the far corners of his mind and rarely thought about, but when he did…
Life could be so strange, he silently mused. Zephon always tried to live without regrets; they cluttered up a person's life, made him carry a weight around that he could ill afford in this day and age. Those memories, when they arose, carried such regrets that he felt as if he was in a sea that threatened to drown him, and Zephon himself had thrown the rope in the other direction when it had been cast out to help him. Zephon tried to shake them away, but the memories poured through his mind, demanding to be remembered, screaming to be heard. The changed vampire moaned in his semi-sleep but could do nothing but remember.
It had been a long time ago, but it always seemed like just yesterday.
Regrets.
Zephon regretted not telling her when he should of.
Zephon regretted not being nicer to her as he should of.
Zephon regretted ever setting that plan into motion that drove the stake through his heart in the end, making it become even more cold and black then it was before.
His regrets…his memories…they swirled together and he was forced to watch once again….
With his new body, he could do anything. Not even precious Raziel, the reject from the Abyss, could stop him.
But as Zephon waited, wrapped in his own arrogance, he constantly drifted in and out of his memories. In the low moments of his life, he wondered if they were all he ever had left. Zephon viewed certain bits of his memory, wondering how he could have done anything differently, folding and refolding them over and over again. Sometimes, if this body had allowed it, Zephon would have silently wept. He only reached such a low when he thought over his most private memories; ones that he had tucked away in the far corners of his mind and rarely thought about, but when he did…
Life could be so strange, he silently mused. Zephon always tried to live without regrets; they cluttered up a person's life, made him carry a weight around that he could ill afford in this day and age. Those memories, when they arose, carried such regrets that he felt as if he was in a sea that threatened to drown him, and Zephon himself had thrown the rope in the other direction when it had been cast out to help him. Zephon tried to shake them away, but the memories poured through his mind, demanding to be remembered, screaming to be heard. The changed vampire moaned in his semi-sleep but could do nothing but remember.
It had been a long time ago, but it always seemed like just yesterday.
Regrets.
Zephon regretted not telling her when he should of.
Zephon regretted not being nicer to her as he should of.
Zephon regretted ever setting that plan into motion that drove the stake through his heart in the end, making it become even more cold and black then it was before.
His regrets…his memories…they swirled together and he was forced to watch once again….