Cepheron
A pretty little devil!
Who makes friends easily
And enemies even easier..
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(8/2/07 12:40 pm)
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Edren Endraga
Edren Endraga
They called him deathwalker. They said that he could walk in both worlds; the plane where spirits roamed broken and desolate in their shadowed underworld and the plane of flesh, where timid hearts beat and shallow breaths whisper in the chilled air. He went to spirits in his sleep was the word. His bloodcurdling screams brought by untold nightmares from sleep never dreamless. It was here they said he walked in the very hells and his screams echoed theirs. The man was an enigma and soon the whispers in the dark became to him like the wind dancing through the trees. No one knew what he could be and some called him a fallen angel. He could almost believe their stories and his own childhood was lost to him. Years worth of memories missing as if his life started at this singular moment. He could not recall if he had a mother, a brother or even a family. But there was always a gnawing in the back of his mind, a strange feeling as if he should keep running but he didn’t know from what. The only thing he really had was an explainable scar upon his chest, the gashes done by something jagged that made a strange design across his heart, and still he didn’t know where it came from.
Few he had close to him, and even those few ran from him at the first sign of his certain inhuman origin. A dark night, a near fatal crash and he was at her side. The moment he touched her severed leg a magnificent flow of pale blue energy burst from his fingertips to both their shock. It surrounded the bleeding stump and suddenly it began to grow starting from bone. It was a gruesome sight to behold. The girl could only scream and as it finished she ran leaving the poor boy confused and even more lost. How could something wonderful be so wrong? And he still couldn’t fathom what ever he could be or the past that stayed just out of his reach. Years would pass and none would ever look him in the eyes, as if he would steal theirs souls from those deep recesses. He became more shy and isolated. As much as he dreaded the waking hours the darkness brought forth nightmares beyond telling. His sleep, never dreamless, brought horrific sights and flashes of memory he could never make sense of or hold onto. Things he could never imagine and creatures he thought he had never seen surfaced, but the gnawing in his mind said this was real, this was truth. Black would be the night and his echoing wails would wake all those close and send chills down the most fearless of men.
Awaking from the deepest of sleeps in his life, all his memories came rushing forth in a furor. Before he could he even try to bring sense to anything he was face to face with the reason for which he had been running, the reason he had forgotten. The figure before him he knew at last and knew why he had to run. The poor distraught boy could make no move before the demon, in his entire horrific splendor, plunged a runed blade, the blade that was his own, deep into his chest, the warm blood rushing out to cover them both. “Goodbye, my brother…” was the last thing he heard as his cold body crumbled to the floor, wings the color of obsidian burst from his back an instant to late only to be crushed beneath him.
Those few that saw his body could not even imagine the horror, his murder certainly as enigmatic as he. His blue-green eyes, now a pale grey, stared unseeing at the ceiling, a look frozen shock obvious. They wondered at what he could have seen in his last moments but they would never know. In the next blink of an eye, his body was gone. All that was left was a single dark feather, stained crimson in the mess of blood on the floor. His story was told much later although no one ever knew the truth and none could even begin to wonder. No one could know the indecent reasons for his demise, his murder by his own flesh and blood for a simple reason of him being an Aasimar to a family of devils. Pure blood had no place in a tainted hell…
They called him deathwalker, but he would only walk in one world now…
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