Far Away

Was he really that bad of a man? Did fate really think he was such a horrible creature for having allowed his family to have been killed that now it was taking everything that had ever meant something to him? The world hated him and he had no way of defending himself. There was no more fight left in him. He had given up. He allowed his once wife to leave without question. He hadn't chased after her, hadn't wasted his time trying to find her. Nothing. She had left him. It was simple as that. He wasn't going to chase after someone who obviously no longer wanted anything to do with him. But why did she ever lead him on? She had seemed so madly in love with him, so determined to have a family with him and now this...He was done. She'd broken him beyond repair, taking the heart that she had healed and ripping it to pieces, scattering those pieces to the four winds. He was empty, hollow...broken. The wall around his heart, or what was left of it were back up and rock solid. No one was getting through them ever again. He wasn't about to be fooled for a second time.


Audits twitched about his limp crown, the sound of paw steps registering with the white man. At first he thought it just to be some strange Valhallan passing through, but when the paw steps came closer and her familiar scent wafted into his nostrils, Demonio knew; Chrysanthe. His best friend. His only real family now in this forsaken place. She edged closer to him, whispering his name, asking him what had happened. His throat constricted, mismatched gems blinking furiously as tears began to slip down his ivory cheeks. She's gone Chrys...gone...I have nothing...No home....No family...Nothing... His voice was a strangled whisper as he kept his head lowered, not wanting the young woman to see him so broken. She wasn't supposed to see him like this. He was strong...But he had no reason to be strong anymore...



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