Looking for heaven found the devil in me [Any]

[Rodrik]

Upon his arrival in the kingdom, Rodrik disappeared into the darkness and has never been heard from since. He did not make it appoint to become something of this kingdom that was not his. There was no loyalty to be felt for the Valley as he has only ever felt such feelings for the Chamber and always will. Rodrik has never been one to simply abandon a kingdom he has long given his fidelity to. There is something he must learn here (to atone for whatever sins he has committed, as if he needs to do such a thing as Eight thinks he must do), perhaps a chance to raise the Chamber in the food chain and be above all others. It has always been something he willingly did just as he did anything for his family. He may have had a crown to his name, but Rodrik knows without a doubt his time as a king would come to an end. The blood stallion accepted it willingly and only saw it as a chance to become something more. The crown of the Chamber had been a stepping stone, merely a beginning to show his true potential. However, he wonders what is to come next. Rodrik is ever patient though, he knows within time the answer to his question will come. Even days after he has come to the Valley, he has yet to be seen. No one has come looking for him expect for his own brother – at least there is someone missing him. It is nice to not be forgotten, he once thought with a content heart. He has always loved his younger brother and even more when he joined him in the Chamber. Now his daughter rules in his place but Rodrik does not exactly know what Straia is up to. Not that he cares anyway; she at least had not grown up stupid. She would be a good queen, yet he feels a spiteful hatred towards her when he was dragged off to the Valley. He does not forget easily and forgive lightly. As the weeks go by, it seems as if the once Blood King has disappeared into the very depths of hell itself. Rodrik has yet to be seen for weeks, but it should not go unnoticed that he has hidden. He has never been one to run away out of fear of what is to become of him. There were little things that he feared and change was certainly not one of them. He welcomed what came next and happened quite slowly as he continued to stay in the darkness of the kingdom. Rodrik could feel the familiar toxic return into his blood and the cries for help within his own mind. It drove him mad for weeks, the screams and agonizing pain he felt. He felt as if he would die himself, but he wouldn't and couldn't die. Rodrik had only to accept what was to come next, and he welcomed the familiar power that once filled his stoned heart and the poison that rushed through his bloodstream. It was rejuvenating. --- It crawls forward, slipping through the shadows of the night. The dark form moves with ease, muscles and bones working together, as it treads forward with the scent of death trailing behind it. The devil peers through hooded eyes, dark and hollow, but there still remains the familiar nutmeg color in the eyes. There is a hunger for blood, it is so strong, an instinct that cannot be resisted and never could be. Its eyes search across the scenery as the creatures moves into the open-wide land. A repugnant smirk grows across his tattered lips as the screams and bloodshed flash before him. He is hungry.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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