Cold-Blooded

LAll he had was himself and that was enough for him. The wounds from the knives they placed in his back were still visible. He was an empty shell of the man he used to be. His life has been a dusty hot road on which the mind and body withered little bit at a time. He had lost the one he had loved, the one who had kept him stable over more than half his life-time. He had lost his family by the hand of one he trusted with his life. That was the start of what became a "life armageddon" - the total loss of everyone the luciferian kind had ever cared for. It was never an exciting blank page, a fresh start, or a choice, but more akin to being naked in a blizzard.

Life had hit him with more than one individual could handle, many times, if he had a soul, he imagined the soul itself would cry. He lost his family, his love, his throne; many times he wondered "When I am so cold, who will offer shelter? When I bleed, who will lick my wounds? When I am lonely, who will sit by me? When my world is darkness, who will be a light? When my trust is shattered, who will take the time to earn it back, knowing that I can no longer simply give?" He gave and gave in the past. He gave his trust, his love, his care; and everything was taken until he no longer had anything to give. Once his throne was taken away from him, he found the answer to his repeatedly asked questions. If you are struggling and your people are just watching you struggle, they aren't your people. His brother was not his brother. His brother was an obstacle in his path that needed to be exterminated.

It did not take long for his thoughts to be interupted his a unfamiliar damsel. He cursed himself internally as his gaze followed the source of the sultry sonnates that came his way, he should have noticed her approach sooner; he should have at least scented her arrival. AThe corner of his russet lips spreadm noticeably in her direction as he bowed his cranium in courtesy. Well, why don't we use this fine chance to our advantage. He thought as crimson gaze roamed over her delicious feminine form once or twice. Greetings. deep baritones esxcaped the parted lips of the devilish man.