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It has been little over a day since my life was forever changed, my life snuffed out by my own father. It is his blood that I am cleaning from my glaive's edge, though it also dirties my long sword. I should clean that next, but the crimson liquid has already stained the steel and I find myself pleased by the color it becomes. It has only been one day ... one day is all it took for my vengeance to be sated, and for that single pleasure I offered my eternal soul. The circumstances of how She found my body and whispered Her sympathies to me ... I can only guess at what Her true intentions were.
"Such passion, my Lion. Their cries of agony as your blades traded for their lives ... absolutely beautiful."
I turn my attention towards where She stands. I imagine this mask I wear was enchanted in some manner, allowing me to see from my eye yet the whole of my scarred half-face remained behind the white steel. I know that She has seen my face and believe that if She was capable of regret, the Lady truly feels something for not being able to restore it. I let myself take in the beautiful darkness that She is and know that I would make the decision again, without hesitation. I may have become little more than a ghoul dressed in fanciful armor, but found myself entranced by Her very essence. Perhaps, if we had met under ... no. When I look back at who I was ... I find myself filled with disgust.
"If you've sated your appetite for noble blood, I have the need of ... a favor, of sorts."
Her eyes narrow as she speaks, though I already know that whatever She had in mind, the details would come later. She extends her hand towards mine and beckons me to stand with Her. She tells me of this place, this ruined temple of Her former glory. Her story is one of betrayal and hatred, one that sounds dangerously close to my own. As She speaks, I am sheathing my blade at my waist and begin wrapping my polearm. To my surprise, She approaches me and touches the glaive, running Her delicate fingers up its length until they find the mask's edge. She cups the edges in one hand before turning, soft wisps of raven hair brushing against my armor.
"I care not for the recent changes in this world, but it seems that gold is required for status." She lets her hand fall against the steel plating until it clasps mine. "I think, however, the acquisition of this commodity will benefit us both."

A Dance of Carnal Desire

The woman before me was on her knees, gasping for breath that would come with agony. I raise my spear in a triumphant manner, knowing that I had won this bloody dance. My prize was a golden brick and whatever coin the wounded woman had. I wonder if I should offer to any of the prize money, if for no reason than consolation. I see my Lady in the shadows of the spectator stands, looking upon me with satisfaction and something more ... dangerous. This was not my first acquisition of these bricks, but was definitely the most satisfactory way of obtaining them. Something had awakened in me, and I liked it. I offer her a brief acknowledgement before I make my way out of the Arena and into the city. Three other opponents would fall to my glaive before I realize the nature of my Lady's feral gaze. She was captivated by the violence and seemed to take a certain pleasure in cleaning my armor. It came to pass on the fifth battle that I suffered my first defeat at the hands of a warrior who possessed not only the direct presence of a God, but also the camaraderie of others. He caught my spear as I was sweeping downward and, imbued with his God's righteous fury, launched a physical beam of energy into my chest. Although we had both taken the best of the other, the pain that erupted from the resulting burn made me lose consciousness.
I wake in a familiar place, though with an unfamiliar circumstance and result. As I open my eye, I feel the pressure of someone's head on my plated chest. Confusion takes center in my mind as I see my Lady, though asleep, barely clothed in dark linens and loosely wrapped around my form. As if aware that I was awake, Her body stirs and soon I find Her lips a short distance from the steel I wear upon my own face.

"I did ... not expect ... I am glad that you're awake."
Barely brushing Her lips against the metal, She pulls herself from me and slowly slides from the makeshift bedding. What ... had happened? I do recall the man's final attack, but nothing after. I find myself standing before realizing I was even moving, catching a thin smile dancing on Her lips.
"Perhaps.. we should see to the restoration of my powers?"
Whatever She meant by that, I knew that it wasn't as innocent as Her eyes attempted to convey. I turn from Her for a moment and see that She had also brought my weapons.
"I think it is time that we seek out others like us, my Lion."
Others like us? I am an unholy half-dead creature that was brought back by your godly ability. I surprise myself at my sudden bitterness, and immediately cast away my thoughts. Perhaps She had also seen the benefit of having other beings on our side. But ... do we really need them? I am conflicted by these thoughts and find myself following her without even understanding were we are going. My spear is in hand, and I have already sheathed my blade - when did I..? My Lady is looking at me, as if She is waiting an answer to some question my mind drowned out. She sighs and grabs both sides of my mask and forces my head down to look directly at her.
"Do not let your thoughts trouble you. There is some one ... I would like you to meet. She is an angel, a heavenly being who serves a forgotten master."
-----Under Construction.

It's Dangerous

As stated in my chronicles, this entire story was inspired solely by the lyrics of Within Temptation's "Dangerous".
Since I do not own the copyrights or have permission to upload the file legally, I will instead provide the lyrics! Sharon's vocals would be Sireine and Howard's would be Lyonhardt's.

I know I won't change, I have tried
Was feeling so caged, hands tied
I can't find anything feeling so right
It's blinding all
The reaper is close, I've seen his smile
A matter of time, can't deny
I won't turn around, round, round
This destiny's mine
The countdown has begun
The walls are falling down
My life is on the line
But freedom is mine
It's dangerous
To sacrifice it makes your blood run
To throw the dice
It's dangerous it's what you like
It's what you'll die for
To live this life we're going on
No we'll never stop
We're going on 'till worlds collide
It's dangerous, so dangerous, dangerous
I know it's not sane, close my eyes
Keep searching the edge of life
'Cause that's the only place I'll ever find
That makes me whole.
A thief in the night, out of sight
It's out there waiting to ignite
The fever will rise, rise, rise
Taking over my mind


Nothing matters anyhow
It's like I'm floating off the ground
Into the hands of air I dive
Rays of light flashing by

Like the time is slowing down
And the world is out of sight
All the memories in my mind
Won't leave me behind

It's dangerous
It's dangerous
It's dangerous!