Ah, here we go, another memory to be seen. A word of warning though, this certain memory will lead to more..darker themes in the future.

So I suggest that you prepare yourself for this particular memory.

On another note, thank you Void HighLord Prime for taking time to give a few words about what they think about the story so far~

Without further ado, let us move on to a memory lost in time~

Not So Heavenly Moments

Chapter 4:

The grass crunched beneath his feet, the moon shone softly and cast an eerie glow upon his surroundings. Royal guard took a shuddering breath to compose himself, to not lose himself to his emotions and the voice he was hearing.

The blue soul tailed after him, floating near by his head and faint sparkles of white blue following it. The soul itself glowed softly, highlighting his features.

"I miss you. I miss you so much." The soul didn't really speak, it was strange, he can hear it. Understand it clearly, yet he can't point out who exactly is the owner of the voice, a woman or a man, a boy or a girl.

This was the first time he wasn't able to determine who is the owner of a soul, this is also the first time one followed him and seemingly not able to be used as power unlike others. Yet, Royal guard can't shake off the heavy feeling in his heart.

"It hurts so much since I've left you." It continues to say, Royal guard looked down on the grass, eyes softening, the words resonated deeply with his heart, memories of his shattered childhood rising forth from where he locked them in the back of his mind.

The words the soul spoke were the very words he wanted to say to Terre, to his little sister. His chest tightened and his hand found it's way to his shirt, clutching it tightly.

Why was his vision slowly blurring? The soul speaks again and it's words made his eyes widen from a wave of fear, guilt, sadness and all the negative emotions one could feel.

"Brother I miss you so much."

When did he start trembling? When did the tears start faling down to the ground? When did he even collapsed on the ground on his knees? When did the image of the perfect servant he always held shatter like glass?

"It's lonely. It's so cold and dark brother." The soul had an almost pleading tone but he raised a trembling hand to his mouth. He felt sick, like he was about to throw up. He was shaking and his vision was so blurred with tears that he could barely see the soul, now floating in front of him.

"Brother why did you leave? Why didn't you save me?"

A mix of a sob and a scream left his throat as his hands moved over his ears, covering them in a pitiful attempt to block the words that stabbed his heart and soul. He curled up into himself, crying freely and eyes shut tightly.

"I'm sorry..." he whimpers." I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." he sobs. If anyone saw him they would call him pathetic, he, the noblesse's royal guard, reduced to the ground in a pool of misery and tears? It was a sight to see and he'd most likely get shunned.

So he stays there, curled up in the grass and crying as the sould tormented him. He screams, he cries, begs for the soul to stop, anything. But still, it continues guilting him, haunting him, voice echoing in a broken, almost innocent way.

"Terre, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." he whispers (whimpers) again and again.

The next day, traces of tears are gone, the broken mask was quickly fixed and worn again, the barrier was back and the sadness and guilt pushed away, only to return to haunt him again later when the sun goes down and darkness arrives.

In it's place stood the stiff, serious facade that was the royal guard of the noblesse during the day. However, when the moon starts to rise, that breaks away to reveal a man haunted with guilt and doubts of his past.

He starts mistaking the other souls' voices as his doubts and guilt about his past. Bit by bit, cracks slowly for on the mask he wears day by day no matter how much he fixes it through lies and acting. And one day, it will break.

Because all masks surely have to be put down, no?

And when that day comes, who will be the one to save him from himself? It cannot be Lu, for he is the one supposed to save her, not the other way around. So he keeps on, locking away the heavy burden and guilt on his shoulders behind the mask of the calm, collected and loyal servant he was known for.

Because there is no one else to blame but him.

To be continued...

Apologies, but it seems like we have to leave it here for now. I'm afraid the flow of new memories will be disturbed, as I am quite busy crafting other memories for other dimensions.

It seems like Royal guard is hiding some skeletons in his closet, would a time come where someone will find them?

But enough of that, you have my gratitude for joining me tonight. I bid you farewell and hope you get home safe.

Until we meet again~

A.K. Kumiho Sei 4.19.2018