pride's end.

at one point he'll plot with the enemy

@moonichor

              come closer–sweetest moon, how he craved for her touch && warmth; embracing with his own. a dark soul, which is his, tainted by the fabric of time, cursed by the darkness, blackest of holes that spirits away souls of the deceased, twisting && ripping apart, so it becomes suitable for him to possess.

                the God’s weren’t so generous–they looked upon them with sheer disgust, disapproval of their bond-ship, whereas they would go as far to smite them at the end of each life they are born into. never seeking true happiness, it has lead to the loss of his sanity, he has snatched away many lives due to the corruption brewing inside him, the six children he’s adopted, manipulated && turned against each other, to ensure the jump start of a war, to bring damnation over the land. o’ how cruel a father he could be…

                  she was his light, && he her darkness, yin && yang in the fabrication of the universe, the stars. they were destined to be, yet they could not. even as this bittersweet embrace were not to last, he relished every short moment, perhaps to relieve permanent scars within his psyche, to settle the dark clouds that hung heavily over his heart. a sweet moment he wished would last for an eternity..

           master of master’s either talks with a Shakespearean tongue