My Own Hell
The Lord sat in his study at such an early hour, not a spit of light outside, only the light of a single candle was lit. He said within his chair as he wrote inside of a small little book, many thoughts were put into such a thing but tonight's thoughts, much more events: " What's going on with me.. I'm having random sputters to where it seems my own body betrays me based upon my memories and thoughts.. All I've been hearing about lately within the denizens of Quel'thalas is about how different people are spotting demons of the Legion.. Visions of a invasion.. And in the midst.. I begin to question loyalties.. Even within myself." He began to have memories of recent events. " Of all the people I would ever expect, it seems my wife's past treads back to her wake.. Offering her a chance to have what she can no longer have.. Meiros.. The name of a once ally and lover to her.. Who was also a Demon Hunter.. Came to her.. Not simply to ask her to pick up her glaives again.. No.. This mean preached to her about love.. Something he never let go.. At that moment.. All I wanted to do was tear his head off.. But I know it would've made my beloved's heart heavy and spiteful of my actions.. So instead when it began to tear at her and making a choice.. I asked him to leave.. Knowing if tried.. He would have to face the wrath of the entire family.. Only Angel can decide what she truly wants out of this life.. Much like myself." The memory shifted over to something more recent, just many hours ago to be exact," My appearance before my daughter, Fox, perhaps wasn't a smooth one.. As I seemed to have frighten Ms. Dawnsorrow." He would huff a small hushed but wicked chuckle as he continued," However, introductions did not go well.. Fox and I had revealed my own secret.. That I was in fact.. A blood drinking creature of darkness.. But she did not simply act upon fear out of the things I have it can commit, there was more to this woman than I knew, but nonetheless, the outcome of her quickdraw turned into a peaceful lower of her weapon, but was swiftly followed by her passing out unto Fox.. We exchanged our words and dismissed one another.." He got up and went to check in the room of his son, whom was sleeping next to Emmy, the daughter of Svelna Blackblood, both of which were blanketed and in footy pajamas of their own. He smiled and went back to his study, continuing to write," Children. So innocent at a young age.. Yet.. When they grow older.. Sleeping in the same bed will hardly be viewed as such.. There's irony to it.. But I wonder this.." As he looked towards the window, saying within a low audible voice," Where the hell are you, Svelna.?" As he wrote down one final sentence. "What's going on with me?.." As he dropped his quill and grunted, looking towards his hand which had taken on the form of sharp talons, emitting black energy, putting him at ease again," What the hell is this?.. " Upon the question, he calmed, his hand turning back to its original state, he shook his head as he blew out the candle, once more shrouding the entirety of his home in darkness. @svelna @thepalevixen @ayamicross