08-03-2010, 02:11 PM
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It was here that he had been reunited with Kaena, and it was here that he allowed his soul to decay. The alcohol numbed his mind and drown his thoughts, though it did not bring back the voice of the Angel. Sunlight filtered down through the cloud cover, barely breaking through the pale white that muted all color. His mind did not dwell on such things though. Seated on the sand, peering out across the waves he held the cool glass bottle in his hand, resting gently against his leg. When he rose the world swayed, so he remained where he was, closing his eyes to the hellish barrage that suddenly seemed louder within his head. Always, louder and louder as the years went by. Soon he would hear nothing else save the shrieks and cries of the damned, calling out to him from beyond the mortal realm. They screamed as they were torn apart, feeling their flesh rip and burn in the sulfuric lake. He could smell the heavy scent, and he could see the flames, billowing around him and clouding his senses with impenetrable smoke. He was already in hell. He didn’t need to die to see Lucifer’s grand work, though the Angel’s voice no longer seemed to call out to him. Such things tore him apart from within. The wind picked up loose strands of his dark hair—head low and resting on the arm perched across his knee. He was too drunk to walk, and he had a small cache within the nearest cave to keep himself in such a state for a time. Skin stretched tautly over bone, it wasn’t as though he’d be doing much else any time soon anyway. |