"What do you mean they were ambushed?"
"Not an ambush- over powered. They couldn't do anything in the face of that savage."
"The boy is the only one found- the other is still out there."
"Hannah and the others have gone out to find her. How his is his condition?"
"His ear is reattached but his hands have had several nerves severed and has intense muscle damage. He will never be able to properly fight again."
Cloudy voices spoke around Jeremiah as he felt himself in a dream like state. He was in a beautiful banquet with people he didn't recognize and yet they had faces of familiarity.
"Take this my lord." A orange haired man with a chunk of black in the center of his head said as he handed Jeremiah champagne.
Jeremiah held his hand out, causing the bottle of champagne to lift from the orange haired mans hand and into his as a blue haired man with horns bowed in front of him.
The women, one with lilac hair and one with white hair eyed him, making him grin as a black haired one came up to his arm, kissing his cheek while a tower of a man wearing clown make up pounded his chest.
Jeremiah with each step heard his heart pound, walking to a throne in which darkness oozed out from, looking at it and feeling fear before he heard each voice speak out to him, feeling him to go closer to sit on his throne. He screamed but as he tried the scream caught in his throat, stopping him as a thousand hands suddenly came out from the throne and grabbed him. "No!" Jeremiah screamed out before waking up, having his entire body drenched in sweat.
"Hello my son." Jeremiah's mother Meredith spoke out, walking over to him and looking down as she rested her hand on the rest of his bed. She had very light fine blonde hair, almost silver like Mina's and had vibrant chocolate brown eyes. Her face was lightly wrinkled from age and her hands were small, painted red with a large ring on her left ring finger. "It's been a long time."
"Mother...why did you forsake me?" Jeremiah asked her, as he reached up to grab her, having his hands shake uncontrollably. He attempted to curl his fingers in a fist but could only get half way to it, leaving them in a claw like position. "Mother!" He screamed out. "Look at me!" His face was bandaged half way, the cut from his ear going to the top part of his head.
"Jeremiah I never abandoned my only son, it is just that your father understood we couldn't keep you around. You were too reckless, too arrogant and caused the death of another noble. It was I that saved your life, sending you here rather than to the noose." Meredith spoke out to him, smiling at him.
Jeremiah scowled, looking at his mother. "You...you sent me to this rather than to let me die?" He asked her slowly. He paused for a moment, taking it all in before gritting his teeth and lunging forward, causing the IV needle to rip out and tear as he went to attack her but fell out from the bed, landing down on his arms, screaming.
"Your father was right!" Meredith said while backing up. "You're not my son. You've became an animal."
"This is your fault!" Jeremiah screamed as the doctors came in, hearing him.
"Please leave ma'am, the patient is clearly upset." The doctor said.
"I hate you!" Jeremiah screamed out as she left, being thrown back into the bed by one of the orderly's held him down, allowing the doctor to sedate him. He continued to scream and kick, fighting as it all slowly went black for him- his feeling nothing.
~~~~~
When I was a boy I was told I was destined to be a great lord someday, to lead my noble house back to it's rightful spot at the top. After all...we had once upon a time had a Kaiser, we had control of all of Germany and that it was me to carry that legacy. I never wanted to do that, I didn't want to carry the legacy of a family that meant nothing, that did nothing. Then when I went back to my ancestral home, my birth place. I went into that library searching for monsters and when I touched a still burning candle, a candle that should have long been burnt out it turned. It revealed a mural of a man of darkness with a fair maiden- an unholy book written by the son of Cistal himself, who's heart too was touched by the darkness as he killed his own mother at birth. Upon touching it I felt the darkness in my heart come out, taking away all the fear I ever had and amplifying all the anger.
Hannah was a great mentor but in the end she could not save me, for she could not ever comprehend the darkness inside of me. When I look back at my moments with her they were my most...intense feelings of ever having had a mother. I have only fond memories which makes it harder- if I am to truly assume the throne of darkness I must shed my humanity.
Kaito. He will suffer greatly for how he annoyed me so often.
Erika. A beast that needs to be put down for once she is left off the leash it will never be able to be put back on, for the taste of freedom will be too exhilarating.
Wilhelmina, my dearest sister. I miss her greatly- her kind heart most of all. If I can save her I will, but if not it will pain me to kill her, yet it would be necessary.
The Marauder. I will render his very spirit from his body and find a way to trap it so that I may torture it for a-
~~~~~~~~~
Jeremiah slammed the book down, looking down at his desk before sipping his wine. "You are Cistal. Do not let the emotions of your past self upset you." He whispered to himself, cracking a grin that he forced out and then letting out a deep, guttural chuckle.
"Not an ambush- over powered. They couldn't do anything in the face of that savage."
"The boy is the only one found- the other is still out there."
"Hannah and the others have gone out to find her. How his is his condition?"
"His ear is reattached but his hands have had several nerves severed and has intense muscle damage. He will never be able to properly fight again."
Cloudy voices spoke around Jeremiah as he felt himself in a dream like state. He was in a beautiful banquet with people he didn't recognize and yet they had faces of familiarity.
"Take this my lord." A orange haired man with a chunk of black in the center of his head said as he handed Jeremiah champagne.
Jeremiah held his hand out, causing the bottle of champagne to lift from the orange haired mans hand and into his as a blue haired man with horns bowed in front of him.
The women, one with lilac hair and one with white hair eyed him, making him grin as a black haired one came up to his arm, kissing his cheek while a tower of a man wearing clown make up pounded his chest.
Jeremiah with each step heard his heart pound, walking to a throne in which darkness oozed out from, looking at it and feeling fear before he heard each voice speak out to him, feeling him to go closer to sit on his throne. He screamed but as he tried the scream caught in his throat, stopping him as a thousand hands suddenly came out from the throne and grabbed him. "No!" Jeremiah screamed out before waking up, having his entire body drenched in sweat.
"Hello my son." Jeremiah's mother Meredith spoke out, walking over to him and looking down as she rested her hand on the rest of his bed. She had very light fine blonde hair, almost silver like Mina's and had vibrant chocolate brown eyes. Her face was lightly wrinkled from age and her hands were small, painted red with a large ring on her left ring finger. "It's been a long time."
"Mother...why did you forsake me?" Jeremiah asked her, as he reached up to grab her, having his hands shake uncontrollably. He attempted to curl his fingers in a fist but could only get half way to it, leaving them in a claw like position. "Mother!" He screamed out. "Look at me!" His face was bandaged half way, the cut from his ear going to the top part of his head.
"Jeremiah I never abandoned my only son, it is just that your father understood we couldn't keep you around. You were too reckless, too arrogant and caused the death of another noble. It was I that saved your life, sending you here rather than to the noose." Meredith spoke out to him, smiling at him.
Jeremiah scowled, looking at his mother. "You...you sent me to this rather than to let me die?" He asked her slowly. He paused for a moment, taking it all in before gritting his teeth and lunging forward, causing the IV needle to rip out and tear as he went to attack her but fell out from the bed, landing down on his arms, screaming.
"Your father was right!" Meredith said while backing up. "You're not my son. You've became an animal."
"This is your fault!" Jeremiah screamed as the doctors came in, hearing him.
"Please leave ma'am, the patient is clearly upset." The doctor said.
"I hate you!" Jeremiah screamed out as she left, being thrown back into the bed by one of the orderly's held him down, allowing the doctor to sedate him. He continued to scream and kick, fighting as it all slowly went black for him- his feeling nothing.
~~~~~
When I was a boy I was told I was destined to be a great lord someday, to lead my noble house back to it's rightful spot at the top. After all...we had once upon a time had a Kaiser, we had control of all of Germany and that it was me to carry that legacy. I never wanted to do that, I didn't want to carry the legacy of a family that meant nothing, that did nothing. Then when I went back to my ancestral home, my birth place. I went into that library searching for monsters and when I touched a still burning candle, a candle that should have long been burnt out it turned. It revealed a mural of a man of darkness with a fair maiden- an unholy book written by the son of Cistal himself, who's heart too was touched by the darkness as he killed his own mother at birth. Upon touching it I felt the darkness in my heart come out, taking away all the fear I ever had and amplifying all the anger.
Hannah was a great mentor but in the end she could not save me, for she could not ever comprehend the darkness inside of me. When I look back at my moments with her they were my most...intense feelings of ever having had a mother. I have only fond memories which makes it harder- if I am to truly assume the throne of darkness I must shed my humanity.
Kaito. He will suffer greatly for how he annoyed me so often.
Erika. A beast that needs to be put down for once she is left off the leash it will never be able to be put back on, for the taste of freedom will be too exhilarating.
Wilhelmina, my dearest sister. I miss her greatly- her kind heart most of all. If I can save her I will, but if not it will pain me to kill her, yet it would be necessary.
The Marauder. I will render his very spirit from his body and find a way to trap it so that I may torture it for a-
~~~~~~~~~
Jeremiah slammed the book down, looking down at his desk before sipping his wine. "You are Cistal. Do not let the emotions of your past self upset you." He whispered to himself, cracking a grin that he forced out and then letting out a deep, guttural chuckle.
