He hadn't a choice, he had to give in.
He had never before been afraid of the darkness, and yet now trapped in this dungeon he was afraid, he was afraid of losing his jewels. The jewels hung from his neck a bright shinning beacon; they anchored him to reality giving him the will of a god. Yet would he risk them just for another glance at the light?
"Alright, I'm done." He uttered silently to the shadows.
The darkness surged around him, the walls and floor becoming insubstantial. It formed into a bird of shadow, stalking him a predator swooping down on its prey. Standing his ground he watched as the great bird neared; there was no reason to fear the dark the dark was there to protect the weak, if their was no darkness there could be no light. So he watched waited as its talon's stretched around him, as he melted into the beast's black breast. Evenly he couldn't see a thing, eventually he found himself lost in the dark.
"I bless the darkness, and all that comes from it."
He felt the weight of his jewel on his chest, felt it blazing a fire of furry.
"I have no reason to fear the dark, the dark is here to guide me."
He found himself repeating a mantra he had once heard his mother say.
"The darkness is here to lift me up, with wings of which I can fly."
His jewels lifted into the air hovering weightless against his skin, he could feel it pulling him like a leash, leading him into the darkness.
"Without the darkness all is hollow, even the earth and sky."
The necklace snapped and the Red floated beyond his reach.
"I bless the darkness, and all that comes from it.
I have no reason to fear the dark; the dark is here to guide me.
The darkness is here to lift me up, with wings of which I can fly.
Without the darkness all is hollow, even the earth and sky."
Stretching out to his fullest extent he grasped his jewel in one hand, his fingers weighted with the solidity of it all.
Then the darkness was gone. The dungeon was gone. Before him stood a Dark Alter, and in his hand…
He looked down at the jewel he held, it shone Black like the darkness that he had entrusted his life to. The Black, a symbol of his love for the darkness. His jewel, from which he got his strength to carry on.
The doors to the sanctuary opened at his touch and there…
Andulvar.
His friend with great membranous wings, and beside him…
Cassandra.
The Queen who didn't believe.
Andulvar rose and crossed to him, wrapping him up in his arms and using those precious wings as a shield.
"You've made it… Saetan."
"Tell me about it." He chuckled a little, sighing into his dear friend.
With one hand he held on to Andulvar and with his other he clutched…
The Black Jewel.
He was a Black Jeweled Warlord Prince, he was Saetan.