Note to readers: Don't read this unless you've read 'Princess of the Damned' (aw man just go to my creations page or something!), or you totally won't get any of this!
Hello I'm back from a break. i'm terribly sorry for the wait! I must say I blame it on Avenged Sevenfold's DVD for making me spend half the day for a whole damn week rewatching it over and over again. Anyway. I hope you enjoy it.
*Story continued below!*
Black skies and storms, he rose from the ruins, just another reminder of his defeat. The translucent drop of rain trailed down his erubescent complexion, mother nature tearing him down. Rocks tumbled down from the mound of ancient relics as his arm found its way out of the asphyxiating rubble. Freedom.
His kingdom was in ruins. His army was defeated. All the things he’s built were torn down in a matter of seconds. He could feel the defeat fuelling his rage as he erupted from the wreckage. Rats scampered away as he surveyed the forgotten reign with his golden eyes.
Kraelin must have lied dormant as the forgotten ‘King of Darkness’ for thirteen weeks. Never had the dark night skies appealed so much to him, echoing every crime, every torture, every murder being committed that second. Darkness was his element, and the King of Darkness wasn’t going to give that up. He had to embrace it. This world will become his element. Every major city in this world will unite as one, as the city of evil. Enveloped in perpetual darkness…hell will have to be unleashed again.
In the countryside not far from the ruined castle walls, was a tiny burnt church. The sad cries of an abandoned child could be heard, spelling rhymes of misery that immediately caught the red demon’s attention. Hunger. He took lingering steps in the heavy rain, the faint sounds of sobbing came nearer every second, and then he turned the corner.
A boy. No more than five. He was huddled next to a broken tricycle, clad in rags. Kraelin took one more step towards the boy, oh how much he wanted to sink his fangs into him. The taste of meat for a demon was euphoric. Especially the fear…
The red demon snapped a twig, the boy instantly looked up. But to Kraelin’s disappointment, the boy wasn’t scared. Curiosity was evident in his eyes and he almost stopped crying. Something was different about this boy.
“Aren’t you scared boy?” Kraelin asked surprised.
The boy shook his head.
“Then what were you crying about?” the demon asked out of genuine curiosity.
The boy took a few moments of silence before he finally croaked a response.
“Pain”
Kraelin couldn’t smell blood or sense any physical weaknesses, he wouldn’t have meant physical pain. This boy was only five.
“From what?”
“Mom and Dad left me here. My brothers were always mean to me. No one likes me. I feel like going on a holiday from life.”
Suicide. This boy was only five. Suddenly the demon didn’t want to kill him. The boy was too much like….himself.
“You’re intelligent for a boy as young as you are”
“I love school. But we don’t have enough money. They didn’t have enough money for a roof over my head, clothes and food. They had to leave me here.”
Pain. Something was special about this boy. And Kraelin couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but show a bit of his own weakness. For the first time, he felt too attached to the subject. And he held out his hand.
“What’s your name?”
The boy looked up with tear-filled eyes.
“Jonathan”
Jonathan. Nathan. Cringe. The demon’s gold eyes flashed with anger. Then the most insane idea came to mind.
“I’m Kraelin. And I will be your father”
And that was the beginning. While others of the world of the supernatural thought it was the end. I mean, Kraelin was dead and the epic war was over where good defeated evil. No one ever knew he rose from his own undead ashes and took the life of an innocent boy. He didn’t kill him. But any life without one’s own decision and dreams was a dead life. A corpse. And that’s what Kraelin did. He practiced his old dark magic on Jonathan. Concocting a bed-time drink made of putrid herbs and a bed-time story: a chant that would fast forward the boy’s growth, and though he skipped most of his childhood, he would be 18 years of age in just another 18 weeks. And at his 18th birthday, where the final ceremony will celebrate his state of immortality and absolute knowledge, Kraelin will ask Jonathan: “So are you ready my boy? Ready for the revenge, the pain you have felt for the past 18 years of yourlife?” and Jonathan, once the little boy, will reply “Yes father , I am ready”
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