Post by Reaper on Jun 8, 2012 1:36:16 GMT -5
He was safe for now...Was he? He could never really be sure. Flames flickered in the darkness...ushers of what may yet come...
Reaper was always in darkness. He preferred it. It was much better than the exposed truth afforded to him by the light.
He was God's servant...His fool, and his toy to do with as he pleases, and it seemed the Lord did not want him to forget it. No the light was not his friend, and neither was God for that matter. The darkness was his respite, his reprieve.
He had found this place by following the rumors of the dead. A dreaded castle where no one dared set foot for all the monsters that lived there. They had been right...no living mortal set foot here, only abominations remained.
Reaper was fine with that, this was as fitting a place as he was ever likely to find. Tucked away in the farthest room of a deserted wing, his body lay huddled in a corner with only his cloak to protect him.
The room was nicely furnished, or rather it had been. Fine tapestries hung on the wall next to old chipped oil paintings of lords and ladies gone by. The floor was wooden and it creaked at times, seemingly for no reason at all. Old flowery rugs were spread throughout the room, which was filled with many large picturesque windows. While not Reaper's favorite feature of the room, the windows did provide a view of all the surrounding grounds, something of paramount importance.
Reaper lay with his head propped up against a dresser, which adorned the far wall away from the doorway. between him and the door was a king size bed, still made, but unslept in in ages. Reaper was not going to be its first.
He preferred the dark corner his face covered by his hood. He was as safe as he would ever be, and he would remain so until morning, provided that flames in the darkness stayed far away from him. He didn't want to deal with any harvesters tonight.
Reaper was always in darkness. He preferred it. It was much better than the exposed truth afforded to him by the light.
He was God's servant...His fool, and his toy to do with as he pleases, and it seemed the Lord did not want him to forget it. No the light was not his friend, and neither was God for that matter. The darkness was his respite, his reprieve.
He had found this place by following the rumors of the dead. A dreaded castle where no one dared set foot for all the monsters that lived there. They had been right...no living mortal set foot here, only abominations remained.
Reaper was fine with that, this was as fitting a place as he was ever likely to find. Tucked away in the farthest room of a deserted wing, his body lay huddled in a corner with only his cloak to protect him.
The room was nicely furnished, or rather it had been. Fine tapestries hung on the wall next to old chipped oil paintings of lords and ladies gone by. The floor was wooden and it creaked at times, seemingly for no reason at all. Old flowery rugs were spread throughout the room, which was filled with many large picturesque windows. While not Reaper's favorite feature of the room, the windows did provide a view of all the surrounding grounds, something of paramount importance.
Reaper lay with his head propped up against a dresser, which adorned the far wall away from the doorway. between him and the door was a king size bed, still made, but unslept in in ages. Reaper was not going to be its first.
He preferred the dark corner his face covered by his hood. He was as safe as he would ever be, and he would remain so until morning, provided that flames in the darkness stayed far away from him. He didn't want to deal with any harvesters tonight.
