I loved Her...
Not for the way She
danced with my Angels...
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But for the way the sound
of Her name...
could Silence my Demons!!
What is Love?
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This is, perhaps, the hardest concept to put an adequate description to. It is a variety of different things. Different feelings, states and / or attitudes that can range from interpersonal to pleasure, and even to virtue. It’s intriguing and terrifying all at the same time. It’s uplifting… and it can rip you apart inside… Simple and yet, so complex. Why would anyone throw such an agonizing beauty into the World?
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“Love is patient. Love is kind.” All things people readily told their children growing up. Encouraging them to find that one Mate out there in the World that was ‘destined’ to remain by their side. Perhaps, on some level, it was true. Maybe there was a ‘Grand Design’ or a ‘Higher Calling.’ Something that stood by the notion. Did it truly matter though?
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To those that had been Blessed with the understanding of Love, gifted with the chance to stand and bask in Love’s warmth, perhaps it mattered a great deal. But what about those that had been gifted with that chance… only to have it horribly and terrifyingly ripped from their grasp? Now add to it the horror of having watched that fire slowly diminish. To have had to watch it dwindle, flicker and finally die out by thine own hand.
Such was the Curse of the Dark One, Darren. For you see, he had found his Mate. Had given his heart and soul into a Union that, were the Minister to be believed, was Ordained and Blessed by the Gods themselves. But, Blessed or no, it was truly never meant to be. For Darkness had touched Darren’s soul. Had wrapped its gnarled, boney fingers deep and wrenched all the Happiness from his young life. Gone was the Light… from the Prince’s Dark World.
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Centuries passed, and the Darkness grew stronger within the body of the Dark Male, driving him to exile himself from Human contact by taking up the Life of a Pirate. A Raider. Until he found himself in a Land called Larlandarl, under the watchful eye of the Deathstalker regime. It wasn’t Home, not by a long shot, but the Dark Intrigue of the Immortalis night life called to him, beckoning him to stay a little longer than he had in previous places.
It was here that Darren met the illustrious Nevaeh in passing. The Obsidian Rose of the Deathstalker Empire capturing and, unlike many before her, including her own ‘sister,’ holding the Fallen’s attention as the days turned into weeks, the weeks to months. However, it was not in Moirai’s hand, at that time, for the dark pair to become an item. No matter though, as Darren witnessed the soon to be War Witch’s true colors on more than one occasion; Most notably in her endeavor to rearrange her own Paramour’s innards.
An intriguing acquaintance eventually blossomed into a slow friendship, the two sharing drinks and company on those fleeting occasions that Darren found himself returning from hiatus anywhere but inside Immortalis’ city walls. Perhaps even the most notable of these being in the Great Hall of the Castle Deathstalker. Alas, leave it to the Dark One to be formal and polite in the face of new prospects.
Monsters,
find each other in the
Dark.
Weeks later, thanks to the plotting of his own Sister, Celeste, Darren found himself volunteered to go with the very female that had captured his attentions from the start. A week long journey, it seemed, back tracking the very route that the duo, along with others, had taken when the Eye of Time was needed in the War against the Demon, Belial. For reasons unknown to him, the newly honored War Witch desired a Dragon of her very own, and what better place to attain one than the Graveyard of Dragons?
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It’s said that the Heart does things for Reasons that Reason doesn’t understand. A saying that, from Darren’s perspective, is more than true at times. After the loss of his Wife, Sarah, the Dark One closed himself off to all Emotion, knowing them to be treacherous and unreliable. And yet, for reasons he couldn’t say, he found himself offering his assistance, unasked, when Nevaeh’s attempt to raise a deceased Dragon failed. Giving up a piece of himself so that she may attain her Dreams, Darren found a sense of Peace in his actions. A Dark Beauty lent to the already unwavering Beauty of his companion.
Yup... STILL WORKING ON IT!!