09-11-2016, 02:06 PM
Peace—this so called new found glory, a feeling that itself had been forgotten and lost within the chaos, would not last forever. While he bathes in the serenity of it, the waves reminding him of what he once had and has now (this piece of heaven, or so it feels as if it might be), would be the ending of him. The thought of it, the fear crawling in the cracks and bounding his peaceful piece of heaven, makes him wary of it all. He fears what will come of it. This darkness, this monster, creator, and maker that called him his own, would never rest. It was a selfish and unforgiving divinity. In time, it would find him again—shackle and drag him all the way back to hell. He would be chained, bounded tighter than ever before. He would be reminded that he was a servant to it, a slave forever to the darkness. But, for now, he is not bounded by it. He is free, and with that freedom he knows he must find a way to keep it. Rodrik has always been a prideful individual, and has always looked out for himself (and those he considered to be family, which was greatly a deep secret he never shared to anyone). So, it is not out of character for the red He stands here though, not as a slave looking for another master and creator, but for himself. Rodrik must save himself for the darkness (and even the thousand-year-old soul in his body, for Rodrik is just a vessel, begs for him to be here). The red stallion does not know the others, but they are all here for one thing—themselves, but it bounds them together for one purpose in the end. “We are here. Leads us.” |
angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils |