What makes you think my darkness has not already consumed me?
Azrael does not answer, for he knows there is still light in Tenebrae. If there wasn’t, Caligo would have burned him where he stood instead of just taken his sight. Morrighan would have tossed him from the Night Court as an outcast, never to return. But in this moment, Azrael sees only black anger and the rot of jealousy. He cannot see past the shadows, so he tries not to look at all, disdainful of the man he has become in all of this.
He stares straight ahead, feeling the monk leave his side but not ready to go, closing his eyes and trying to lose himself in the peace of the stillness. Now, there is nothing but cold wind against his face, teasing away the anger, smoothing the lines in his face until his breath grows steady and his body shivers with regret. He sighs then, mourning the life which might have been. Where they could have stood side by side, neither one consumed by such hate and greed. Where he stood with Elena, every day in the sun, carefree and none-the-wiser.
But it was a world without Elliana. He had to remind himself that the gift of Tenebrae’s child was the only good to come of this, that the blessing of his child would never have been. And so the heartbreak is worth the pain, he decides, standing for a moment longer before leaving this place and the bittersweet memories behind, longing for the peace of home and his stars once more.
@Tenebrae
