The Preparations.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Sylris spoke, looking up from the counter top he was working at, preparing ritual ingredients and glaring at Aidan’s body. “You’ve died three times, now. Only two of them were physical.” He added, looking back down with a shake of his head. “I don’t know why I’m still trying to talk to you. You definitely can’t respond. Maybe its to keep myself from going insane, though the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over whilst expecting different results. So. You’re an asshole, and I have half the mind to let you stay dead.” The Crusader finished, dropping a few sliced ingredients into a bowl and dusting his hands off.
“Tell me, brother. Do you know how badly you hurt the woman you claim to love?” Sylris continued, carrying the bowl and the runeblade over to Aidan’s body, setting them on a table, and tucking the runeblade onto his chest. “Isoria has broken down in tears over a dozen times because of the things you’ve done. You hurt her in a way I don’t think many people would be able to, and despite that, she still wants to forgive you. She just doesn’t know if she can.” He mused, resting his hand on the side of the coffin his brother rested in, watching the perfectly still face for a moment, before he looked to two sets of armor on the other side of the room; The first, the armor Aidan had worn before his corruption. Cleaned to a shine, a tattered red cape clung to the ancient, decorative plate.
Beside that, stood another set. A darker looking collection, engraved with skulls and dark magic. The armor he’d worn while he was under Arthas’ command. It seemed to resonate the command of that fallen Prince. “The things you’ve done, brother. I know how much you adored that woman, but how can you hope for her to look at you the same after everything you’ve said and done?” Sylris murmured, one hand moving to lightly pat Aidan’s shoulder, letting out a long sigh. “I’ll bring you back, Aidan. You should’ve never gone to Lordaeron, if I’d only been there..” He added, watching his brother with a solemn gaze, before straightening up, lightly squeezing the former Knight’s shoulder. “Faith, Charity, Justice, Sagacity, Prudence, Temperance, Resolution, Truth, Liberality, Diligence, Hope, and Valor. Do you not remember the vows you swore, Danny? You’ve broken so many of those vows, not much of them remain.” Came the addition, before he lifted his hands to the lid of the coffin. “Alystra’s alive, you know. Isoria knows her, apparently she expressed interest in joining the Accord. Your fiance survived the battle you had sworn she hadn’t. What will you do with that information, I wonder?” He finished, pulling the coffin closed. “Until we meet again, brother.” Sylris spoke once more, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold as the candles illuminating the apartment extinguished, plunging the home into darkness as he walked out the front door. Mentions: @aidandawningblade - Aidan Dawningblade, former Knight of the Silver Hand, current Knight of the Ebon Blade @spellthieve - Spymaster of Blackheart Accord. @extolledash - Blood Knight of Silvermoon, Aidan’s fiance who was declared dead.
