Night's End
Apr 27, 2014 23:53:16 GMT -6
Post by Palenax on Apr 27, 2014 23:53:16 GMT -6
He was so close...
So very close.
Why?
How?!
...No. He knew the answer to both of those questions, even as he stumbled into the darkness of the cave, throwing himself up against the wall. Augustus Nacht hacked up more blood, crimson staining the ground. Green hair covered his face as he looked down, a hand slick with blood wiped the hair away, staining it just as red as the ground. As red as the stain in his black coat.
"So close..."
His other hand moved from the gaping sword wound and the Druid practically slid down the wall as he could feel his legs finally starting to give way. His heart that once felt like stone trembled and quaked. His once indomitable will gave way to fear. Augustus Nacht was scared. Scared for his very life, all that he'd worked to achieve. They got him. They actually managed to get him.
He began to doubt. Doubt his very survival. The world he had known... It was red, it was black. He doubted all he knew, he feared when once he felt indomitable, he quaked when he once stood firm. Augustus Nacht's eyes drifted up to the cave ceiling above him. It was like looking into a black void. The void that he'd always stared at in his dreams, the shadows that always danced to his whims now seemed like a vice.
Augustus Nacht gritted his teeth and managed to stand once more, hand over the wound and struggling to move further into the cave before someone managed to catch sight of him. He began to reflect as he did so. No. He began to remember.
He remembered the fields of his youth, near the cabin his parents had built in the countryside of Bern. He remembered his mother and father's smiling faces. He remembered playing with his siblings. He remembered growing, finding his talent for Dark Magic.
He remembered his first kill and the rush it brought. He remembered riding with others that got the selfsame joy. He remembered the first time that he'd met The Bandit King, Hargus. He remembered seeing Hargus die. He remembered that dastard, Aidan and what he bore with him. He remembered the keys to his plan. He remembered his rise to power. He remembered the beginning of his fall. He remembered the sword piercing him.
His life passed before his eyes.
Nacht stumbled, crashing down to the floor of the cave. He struggled to move, but his body refused. He struggled to even struggle, but his body refused. He couldn't move, he could barely form a coherent thought. His eyes drifted about the cave until they stopped, focused on a single object. The green-haired Druid heard footsteps. And slowly, but surely, a figure emerged. A smirking figure that Nacht never thought to see again.
Hargus stood above Nacht.
But he did not speak, merely gave the Druid that same smug look. Nacht tried to speak, but he just didn't have the strength. Another set of footsteps approached and Nacht did his best to look over at who it was this time.
Kenshin stood above Nacht.
The crimson haired Sacaen looked down, severe and judgmental. Another set of footsteps could be heard as well. More and more and more...
A veritable army surrounded Augustus Nacht. All of those that he'd ever had to deal with. All those souls that he'd trapped and used. All those souls that wanted nothing more than his demise.
Augustus Nacht may have once been a lion.
A lion that stood above the lambs he walked over to found his eternal empire.
But now he was a wounded lion before all of those lambs.
And they did not fear.
They could not fear.
For he could do nothing.
He could feel something else moving around him, something cold and tight, binding around him. The Shadows themselves sought to claim Augustus Nacht now, as all of those souls watched. They wanted to see Nacht's destruction for themselves, the end of a vile man. The Shadows granted him much, Nacht reflected as the last reached up to block out his vision. But they didn't just take what they gave.
The Shadows claimed everything that you were.
So very close.
Why?
How?!
...No. He knew the answer to both of those questions, even as he stumbled into the darkness of the cave, throwing himself up against the wall. Augustus Nacht hacked up more blood, crimson staining the ground. Green hair covered his face as he looked down, a hand slick with blood wiped the hair away, staining it just as red as the ground. As red as the stain in his black coat.
"So close..."
His other hand moved from the gaping sword wound and the Druid practically slid down the wall as he could feel his legs finally starting to give way. His heart that once felt like stone trembled and quaked. His once indomitable will gave way to fear. Augustus Nacht was scared. Scared for his very life, all that he'd worked to achieve. They got him. They actually managed to get him.
He began to doubt. Doubt his very survival. The world he had known... It was red, it was black. He doubted all he knew, he feared when once he felt indomitable, he quaked when he once stood firm. Augustus Nacht's eyes drifted up to the cave ceiling above him. It was like looking into a black void. The void that he'd always stared at in his dreams, the shadows that always danced to his whims now seemed like a vice.
Augustus Nacht gritted his teeth and managed to stand once more, hand over the wound and struggling to move further into the cave before someone managed to catch sight of him. He began to reflect as he did so. No. He began to remember.
He remembered the fields of his youth, near the cabin his parents had built in the countryside of Bern. He remembered his mother and father's smiling faces. He remembered playing with his siblings. He remembered growing, finding his talent for Dark Magic.
He remembered his first kill and the rush it brought. He remembered riding with others that got the selfsame joy. He remembered the first time that he'd met The Bandit King, Hargus. He remembered seeing Hargus die. He remembered that dastard, Aidan and what he bore with him. He remembered the keys to his plan. He remembered his rise to power. He remembered the beginning of his fall. He remembered the sword piercing him.
His life passed before his eyes.
Nacht stumbled, crashing down to the floor of the cave. He struggled to move, but his body refused. He struggled to even struggle, but his body refused. He couldn't move, he could barely form a coherent thought. His eyes drifted about the cave until they stopped, focused on a single object. The green-haired Druid heard footsteps. And slowly, but surely, a figure emerged. A smirking figure that Nacht never thought to see again.
Hargus stood above Nacht.
But he did not speak, merely gave the Druid that same smug look. Nacht tried to speak, but he just didn't have the strength. Another set of footsteps approached and Nacht did his best to look over at who it was this time.
Kenshin stood above Nacht.
The crimson haired Sacaen looked down, severe and judgmental. Another set of footsteps could be heard as well. More and more and more...
A veritable army surrounded Augustus Nacht. All of those that he'd ever had to deal with. All those souls that he'd trapped and used. All those souls that wanted nothing more than his demise.
Augustus Nacht may have once been a lion.
A lion that stood above the lambs he walked over to found his eternal empire.
But now he was a wounded lion before all of those lambs.
And they did not fear.
They could not fear.
For he could do nothing.
He could feel something else moving around him, something cold and tight, binding around him. The Shadows themselves sought to claim Augustus Nacht now, as all of those souls watched. They wanted to see Nacht's destruction for themselves, the end of a vile man. The Shadows granted him much, Nacht reflected as the last reached up to block out his vision. But they didn't just take what they gave.
The Shadows claimed everything that you were.