06-01-2015, 01:55 PM
 If you’d imagine Hell’s throne room, you could depict the demons with their obligatory vice. You’d have Wrath, seething in the corner, eyes as red as blood. Next to him Envy, green and fine with jealous beads of sweat running over his crocodile body. Lust was easy, he was too busy fawning over things that he could not have. Gluttony would be holding up armfuls of grapes, but having some poor pet feed them to him, one by one, his mouth full, no time and no want to talk. Sloth, he is the epitome of nothingness. Bone-idle and lazy to the very, agnostic core. Thus we are introduced to Nier. Handsome and manipulative, daring and brash, if only he could get up off the couch and do something. Sometimes he felt the world owed him, sometimes he felt he owed the world, some form of compensation for his existence, but alas, he would amble the earth, terrorise it’s victims until the end of his days. If he didn’t die from complete boredom. Ashen hooves kicked up some of the melting snow beneath his feet, they balled beneath his soles and he felt like he was walking on stilettos. He decided long ago that walking the earth’s crust was too much work. Flying was the way to go, even if he never truly soared with the eagles so to speak. The real epitome of a fallen angel, wings as white as the foamy clouds, but a heart as black as the night sky. Heart? I think you’d be pretty sure that the grey steed had not a heart in his body, just an empty space where it would have resided. Nothing excited him. Nothing made any spark in his dark eyes. Very little enthused him to make him move, to stir something in his core. He had once, twice even, but after Them, he had given up on feeling, given up on having his heart bow and bend to just get crushed into a thousand pieces. He was more than that now, he was here, he was back to his birth land and he was starting over. But here he was, looking at the grey mare infront of him, seeing her with his eyes as black as night, as dark as his soul, and he was starting to see her. The way her muzzle touched him, it made his skin feel like a million spiders clamber over him. He recoiled at first, but gave in. Her gentle voice, lulling his mind like the serene waves. Lull him any more and he'd be asleep. Dreaming nightmares he dreamt every night. He was quiet, listening, watching as she frolicked a little in the water. He followed, slowly, step by step. "Who has a nice life when they were younger? King's Children, Queen's babes. they are born of silver and gold, why we are mere brass and rust." he gave a low snort, lowered his muzzle to the water and drank, he drank heavily. All the thinking, all the words, all what he was feeling stir, flip inside of him, he calmed by that long, cold drink. "They say your younger life defines you..." he looked her square on, nodded slowly. It had with her, she seemed one of the most genuine he had met. She had a heart made of gold and eyes of silver, she had whimsy and dream woven into her dear skin, and here he was, watching her. The dark nightmare a threat upon a delicious little daydream. "I admit I have done some terrible things in my life." he looked up at the sky; whatever for he did not know, perhaps he was looking at the gates above, somewhere, overlooking he thought She was. He did some terrible things, lowly, cold and monstrous. If they were to define him then he was starting well. A road paved in good intentions with massive holes and roadblocks... "My mother's still out there somewhere. Probably lost in some woods, forgetting where she is. She did that often. She hadn't had an easy life either." He was admitting small things, a little insight into him, but not too much. A little bait to keep her sweet. He allowed himself to watch her, and to wade into the water, up past his darkened knees. it stained his grey skin, darkening patches to near black. "You're too good you know. In a world so full of black, you are like a beacon." he paused, stared straight at her and for what seemed an eternal minute, he closed his eyes, "Why? Why did you follow me? I'm a Demon, far too gone, Why Star, what did you see in me?" |