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Haku Soul · 01-06-2010, 05:32 PM

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Two sets of belief shattered together now. Haku followed no specific path other than that of his own personal demon. People had created religions and gods; created horrors with names that caused shivers to creep up fragile spines. Haku’s taint had no name and kept no track of its records. It was the ninth son unmentioned by human books, for its job had mainly been to pull certain strings and watch worlds succumb and turn into ash that suffocated the remaining survivors. It was old as time itself yet younger than what one would think. There were no rules and there was no ultimate truth. Still though, Haku Soul was blind. As he had found earthly pleasure in Kaena’s reluctant warmth he had seen, though he did not understand exactly what it had been. As the moment had lasted he had understood the world and understood every purpose of every living creature, but the lack of exposure to the true source dulled his mind and made his eyes blind once again. He did not understand this man’s world and what he believed in. He just knew what he thought of it. He thought of is as foolish.

”Black fur is sacred to some,” the secui darkly murmured, this of course loud enough for the strange Larkspur to hear. In his dreams Haku was black like the starless night ruled by invisible nightmares. His eyes were burning embers of red and blue and he was complete. To see a creature seek the supposedly ideal colour for light suddenly seemed to disgust him and he felt his lips draw back to reveal yellow fangs with their light touch of decay. Why did they all refuse to do what their demons told them to? Corvus had failed to understand that he and Haku had been kin. Not by blood, but the darkness within them held the same early beginnings as Lucifer was thrown down from heaven with his beautiful wings broken. They had broken his wings and refused him the throne that should belong to the one with strength enough to see through weakness and strength; to appreciate potential in every form. Anger whistled through the secui’s body, though it did not belong to Haku.

”You seek salvation? You want to become pure?” his voice was incredulous, for yet another one seemed to believe he was someone different. They never wanted to understand. Haku did not know the world that Larkspur D’Angelo came from. He only knew his own and he knew that being given a dark passenger was a blessing that few received. Black fur was a gift, especially if the same colour lurked within the heart.

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