Chapter 2 : The Abyss
Celena had laid down…and no sooner had she done so did sleep overtake her senses. Van was still in her head. The handsome king of Fanelia…so polite…so charming…so…naive…so vulnerable…further and further Celena began to drift in the black abyss that was her mind, a mind that was lost long ago to a man whom slaughtered millions and saw each of their faces as he himself, found the eternal oblivion. Yet his voice would not be filled…he would not have it filled for he was a man of vengeance… a man of prestige, superior might and will who would crush all those who stood in the way of his ideal, his ever boastful ideal.
Celena's brows knitted, causing gentle creases in her forehead that had come from the countless years Dilandau had reigned over their body and often made a face of annoyance and anger. Yet Dilandau breathed deeply and she calmed.
No, Dilandau would not fight Celena for control of their body once more, infact it would be entirely fruitless. Zaibach was no more, Van had rebuilt the backwater country that he so adored and everyone was happy. Everyone but he, and his happiness was to come before theirs. Yet death was a patient soldier, and Dilandau learned this well back when the black hand of iron stole his precious men, no, his boys…stole them from his hand and crushed them like mice with a steel shovel.
Van was that iron hand, but even after a while iron corodes…and becomes useless…it would be then that Dilandau would smile his black hearted grin and call himself the victor.
A silhoutte in the pitch of Celena's mind…who was this red eyed demon ? Oh yes…her lover. No, not lover, her brother, no even that seemed ill to think of. This man was not a man, nor god, nor demon…he simply was. Only the tenderness of her childish subconscious would allow Dilandau's soul any freedom to breath and he welcomed it with ferverish gulps through his eyes.
He could see her, looking back at him with that innocence. He sneered. It was that exact thing which brought on his demise. He shook his head, his silvery locks of silken hair disturbed by only the gentle breeze of the psyche, yet it was his eyes that made Celena shudder, those eyes that warned her of the fire that still blazed within her half soul, never letting it rest.
Talk Further… ? Dilandau thought. Van cares for none this much was evident…He simply allowed the moon girl to vanish…had he loved her…he would have shown her that it was he she truly wanted and cherished. Dilandau bowed his head and closed his eyes, to cherish…he didn't understand…he had never been cherished nor cherished another. He was only a creation embodied with the emotions of anger and hatred. Somewhere along the lines he aquired obsession and the worst emotion…fear.
Perhaps he had learned from Celena, or she had forced her emotions through him in hopes of regaining control. Always a power struggle, inside and out…but Dilandau knew one thing no one else did…Celena was dead…she had been dead the moment he took his first breath of premature, predestined life…suffocating her of hers, robbing her of hers ! Yes…she would talk with Van…he would talk with Van…and who knows…perhaps they'd drink tea whilst the world around them burned to ash and smoldered.
((yes I know I dont post…lol, college does that to you. Well here's chapter 2, I wanted to delve a bit into the Background a bit before jumping into plot, open for suggestions always. sets out box. And please Review ! Brilliant Darkness))