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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 5, 2019 21:18:32 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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How many centuries have elapsed since I last deemed it necessary to set foot within these proclaimed “hallowed” grounds? The flaxen-haired Dark Knight mused sardonically to himself, grinding his teeth harshly against one another as a fresh wave of agony loomed menacing overhead, crashing down upon him – its’ figurative weight threatening to buckle his knees. Candidly speaking, it was only through the combined efforts of centuries of training and his discipline as a solider and knight that kept him steady; his resolve absolute. His lips remained set in a firm, unquavering line as he’d fought back the urge to wince as the remnants of Drake’s consecrated energies continued their borderline necrotic rampage throughout his entirety. Ironically, if he’d been like his brethren, Drake’s Ark Knight techniques would have been rendered inert by Lady Altima’s blessings – her beloved children were immune to the influence of holy magick. Alas, Dieter’s own path had corrupted her “perfect” design, the taint of darkness had fought refuge within his heart, imprinting itself upon his soul.
Its’ parasitic presence seldom begot a moment of true solitude, its’ attempts to devour him entirely kept at by the bulwark of amaranthine flames; the manifestation of his soul. Do I regret the path I’ve walked? Dieter internalized, reminiscing the sanguine-stained path he’d trodden down. His left hand absent-mindedly drifted to rest upon the back of his right, his fingertips delicately tracing out the faint glyph that marked him as the vassal of the Scion of Flames. The corner of Dieter’s lips twitched; a downhearted smile briefly visible. It was a bittersweet truth, the Archdaemon had seldom known the luxury of Sanctuary, his mettle forged in the face of adversity from birth. The Empyreal Plain remained a realm locked in a near-constant state of war, its’ inhabitants vying for every singular ounce of power they could accrue with the hopes they’d be recognized by one of the twelve Scion. In his own right, Dieter had been blessed, Lady Luck had favored him when she’d bound his fate to Belias the Gigas.
His Lord had only made him swear an oath promising little more than his unwavering loyalty and devotion to his cause. In exchange, Dieter had been blessed with a chance to truly live, given a purpose far more grandiose than merely surviving. The Daemon’s head craned to the left, his lackluster verdant eyes settling upon an approaching Clergy man. A singular hand was raised as the anointed began to offer a blessing, stopping it short as Dieter pressed onward; his gaze fixated upon the alter. His expression remained unchanged as he’d stepped forward, a multitude of colors flittering across his starch white robes courtesy of the elaborately stained-glass windows. For a fraction of a second, the Dark Knight hesitated, marveling at its’ breathtaking beauty. A searing pain erupted in his chest as he’d recalled the image of Cass knelt before the alter, her expression the epitome of serenity, simplicity, and beauty; an image now tainted with the look of betrayal in her eyes.
The Dark Knight’s strength faltered, both his knees simultaneously buckling, yet he made no effort to right himself, ignoring the faint prickle of splinters embedding themselves into his knees. For a singular breathe, Dieter remained motionless as a tear trickled down the right side of his face; a part of him was undoubtedly broken. It was laughable, Cassilynn’s absence, it struck a wound far deeper and crueler than the blackest assassins’ blade could have managed. Helios’ Ambition in its’ entirety had gifted him with a renewed sense of purpose, permitting him to atone for the atrocities that he’d committed, redeeming himself while affording the opportunity to locate his beloved sovereign. What was she to me? Dieter pondered as his hands dutifully together, purposely encapsulating one another as his eyes flittered shut. Cassialynn’s presence was a breath of fresh air, one that had revitalized him, forcing him to breath easier for the time in a while; a link to his distant past, a new beacon of hope, and testament to the strength of mankind.
His voice cut through the entirety of the church with the intensity of a thunderclap despite its’ presence scarcely greater than a hushed whisper.
“Mi’lady, why have you forsaken me yet again? Have I displeased you? Why won’t you permit me a chance at happiness, at salvation?”
Dieter asked to no one in particular, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion threatening to spill forth and fracture his façade demure strength.
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