[one is to wonder if, maybe, evil had always lived in him. the oaths of knighthood and chivalry had been a porcelain muzzle wrapped around his soul. but underneath the scowl and constant holier-than-thou attitude, there was an undeniable wickedness in him.
it was known that, as a squire, he got into fights at the guild; some sort of inner circle, allowed by the brooding anger of teenage masculinity, where boys would prove their might by fighting each other in a ritualized, secret reunion. he knew his Lord liked to watch such fights, and whoever the Lord pointed at, would become a victim to little severin. breaking noses upon the ground, laughing as he spat out torment and insults towards whatever new squire had just joined the guild. he found great joy in this.
it was a terrible secret, that once in a fit of jealous rage, he too had brutalized his Lord. there is only so much a dog can take before it finally bites back at the hand, and in an attempt of comfort from his Lord, severin did not hesitate to strike, armed with words of bile and his well-trained fists. he doesn't know why, but seeing vicenzo's eyes filled with tears was a sight to hold in his heart with devotion. vicenzo, however, began to distance himself. these days, he still feels the cold sting upon his broken wrist, now healed.
severino's misery came from his inability to accept himself. but after looking in a broken mirror and realizing he had been born with savage gods lurking in his mind, he changed vows. the oaths of purity and goodness were discarded for a better, more flexible moral code. like all dark knights of tales, he, too, became a mad dog.
helm was to be his brother-in-arms, he had decided. it had mixed their blood already, and in that night of daggers and teeth, it was as if vows had been exchanged in silence. it would be his. they would be twins in misery. he finally understood. indeed, he had to thank it.
gemini, and the bits of gemini's blood flooding into his heart, however, was something different. a safehouse, an altar god, a silver angel. but once he ever learned of their attack on helm, he'd gain something akin to a thorn. vengeance was his. and something in his heart told him to go find a tower somewhere in the dark forest. such a necessity was incessant, like a mad drum in his brain.
severin the bitter one day became severin the mad, and began smiling again. he would bite and fuck and kill the whole world if he deemed it so, and he would pay respects to the gods of the forest and the gods of steel. one day, he will figure out that death is a privilege kept away from him. perhaps one day he will finally realize what a joy it is to live seemingly forever.
awaken, steel. bleed the world out.]
