Firefly Glen 〔❁〕Hikari no ōkoku

The hell was he doing back here?
Really, the grand scheme of it all, there hadn’t been much for good memories here. Most fit had been stripped away, one way or another.

There was a certain tenacity, perhaps, that lured him here once more. A curiosity of what had become and what could be. His eyes purposely kept away from the looming Moonspear—the accident something he vaguely remembered.

Explosion—the shatter and tumble of rocks. His head had bounced off something, like he had been nothing but a rubber ball. The ringing that lasted for weeks in his ears—was it still here, now? He didn’t know.

He didn’t care.

Bruises had healed, as they always did.

The Glen was a familiar place to him. His eyes fell upon a delicate form—his molten eyes considering that perhaps an angel had finally come to deliver him. A wry smile quirked at the corner of his lips—angel, indeed. He was destined for hell.