Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-5543592-20150430231523

His eyes narrowed, showing the extent at how betrayed he felt. But it was but an instant. The life faded from them, and the rigidity left his body. He slumped to the side, falling sideways off the bed, Kay's sword pulling cleaning from his body, and he hit the ground with dull thump.

Death at frist was a reward. The pain was gone and he didn't have to see her face, with all the feelings of betrayal that brought. But his mind was a whirlwind of emotions, clearer now that they were free from the agony and immediacy of the moment. ''Why? How? ''He thought she had loved him. He spent what seemed to be a decade in aboslute lonely sorrow, simply reflecting on his poor fortune. But then his sorrow turned to anger. She had trapped him here. She had done this too him. For what seemed twice the time he seethed with rage, yearning to return to the mortal world and get his revenge. It filled his every thought- it was uncontrollable. But it faded, replaced by regret. He wasn't sure what he was regretful for, he just remembered he was regretful... of something. In fact, he forgot quite a lot. He was pretty sure at one point he forgot his own name, whilst stewing in nothingness with only his own thoughts to entertain himself, but eventually his memory came back, intact. The severity of his death assured he would forget nothing. In the end, his regret ceded to emotionlessness. He cared naught. He just wanted out. Or not. It mattered little, as of now. What he really wanted was... peace.

And then there was light.

The medallion, a moment or two after Dacian's death, started to emit the black fog.