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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    looking for heaven found the devil in me; any
    #5

    There is something to be admired in the young boy’s eagerness to be independent and stand apart so early on. Determination to be someone—to be remembered for—was something the red devil had wanted from the very first time he understood the world. He had wanted it all from the very beginning. And there had been no stopping him.

    Rodrik had made every step and every choice in the right direction. He planned accordingly as he waited and watched the world for the right opportunity. He rose up from the ashes and brought a kingdom back to life. He killed when it was needed, and sometimes for his own vendetta. Yet, he has always been the one to destroy what he has built. Even the own king to ruin the empire he has built.

    The years have held him together though. Turmoil twists and turns into his everlasting body, letting him thrive in a never ending abyss of darkness. Rodrik cares little for the world around him now. There is nothing that appeals to him as it once did—as the things the young boy might find excitement in now.

    Rodrik would beg the boy for a piece of his mind. He even considers stealing the boy’s soul to feel the innocence of a child again. To know nothing, but to know it all was appealing. Rodrik was desperate enough to do something drastic—even to his own flesh and blood.

    “Tsk, tsk,” he says with a smirk as it matches the younger boy’s own, “Your mother wouldn’t be so happy hearing her little prince spill such words.” Perhaps there is more than meets the eye to this young boy than he had thought. Their worlds aligned in similarity—their beginning of life almost the same.

    It draws him in—the kinship. A son he should have had. Truthfully, he did have a son (but does an omen from hell even come close to such? No, it doesn’t really). Rodrik tilts his head thoughtful at the boy. His smirk has never faded from his purely white boned smile.

    “And what sort of devices are you left to doing, hmm?” he asks with curious glimmer in his hollowed, nutmeg eyes.
    character info: here | character reference: here | image © rostyslav zagornov

    @[abysm] I like that idea of him going into a dream. Rodrik actually really enjoyed going into the one with Kagerus. Smile
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