«Return of the Shadow Sire»

« for @Burke »



Ah, the silence. There had been always silence, and since the passing of the Twirling Death from the Sky, even more silence permeating the land where wretched souls like him, felt perfectly at ease. The quiet could drive a man insane. Quite literally.
That is what Slade called home. 

As always, it was the darkness that came like a thief. Then the woods thickened. The air grew heavy with that familiar sense of dread, a creeping that could feel as though eyes had saw to the very depths of your soul.
Bushes holding thorns that may or may not move on their own. A scuttling that sounded as if it's owner had more than the 4 legged limit.
Peace of Chaos. 
Beauty. 

And here, the spot he has laid his fiery gaze on the mistress of deceit herself, was were he stood. The mark she had entrusted on his shoulder was still there, though after the test of time, it visibly faded.
Yet it remained. 

He noticed the marks reluctance to abandon him, no matter how many fights he had gotten into, baths he had taken, New scars he had made. The mark remained. Some brain in his head. A reminder as to who he had once danced with. A queen of sin. A gorgeous nightmare.

He was internally told to return. A feeling, an insight and intuition. Something told him to return. To stay, he had no idea. But to return. No reason why. Only return. 

So he did. The true King of Despair. And the howl he sent said no less. It was a song, a symphony of composers as loyal as death. Murder. Deceit. Lies. Lust. Gore. Greed. Savagery. And hidden farther inside, a note of Sorrow. 

Then, he waited.