Lonely Soul

"Falling Endlessly...Never to Ascend Again"

Hunger, oh hunger, the purest sin. Through the fraught lines of a land buried deep within the cataclysm of monstrosity and the carnality of beasts, shreds of savagery glimpse through thickened scales and slathering fangs borne within the harshened regard of a predatory mask, the barest bones of an artistry of naked flesh slipping through the cracks to become a wholesome intricate design. It is the true form they have chosen, perhaps the most animalistic of them all that betrays itself before the entirety of awestruck eyes as they rise from underneath silken fur of predators and stand upon booted heels in the splendour of a rising sun, of a traversing moon. Cesare was little more than a pawn revolting against the king and queen...but a pawn to whom?

After all, what's a king to a god? Lethal, vicarious, cunning, never was there such an underived refinement in the savagery of carnal impulse. Sleekened creatures, living shadows sifting with parlous fervour out along the edges of a flickering candle's flame, he is immaculate in contemptible, ensanguined swathe comely enough for Mephistopheles himself. He is hellish discord in heaving volatility, he is turbulent with the capability to strip away all that holds worth or sentiment to the heart, yet never forthcoming with his treachery and definite nature. Preferred is the secretive craft of schemes, plots, of kiss and control that he hold with the iron born claw of primal need for dominion, to have the revel of divide and glorified sanctum in the palm of his quivering hand. Cold mirrors reflect beasts beneath the mantilla masquerade of nobility, the grimalkin lurking against the surface of composed regard, the gold of gratified succulence.

The Golden King was a stranger to these lands...foreign...untamed...'wild'. And yet he felt not even a glimmer of nervousness of fear...he had been drifted to this land by chance, fate, or whatever third parties were involved in his arrival rather than his ultimate demise.

And as his vibrant eyes watched closely the slosh of water kicked up onto his underbelly...his gaze wandering outwards towards the sea as his golden markings shimmed and flared brightly from the radiant god of Ra.

He could see something...someone out there...venturing further into the depths.

Question was...who was it?