He had not gotten the glory of death, had not reached even peace, only wickedness without the paradise. He tried to focus, doesn't want to, doesn't want to see her, not like this wanting only to see the blue mare return, a feeling of childish desire washing over him, needing to be cradled in the midnight woman's arms. He had never been loved, never had the beauty of parents, or maybe he did, but his memory did not allow him to know, but somewhere inside, the chromed knew that there was no hope in his tragedy, no light in the darkness. He was alone, oh so alone.

And Enna had appeared to remind him of the hollowness inside of him, despite how much he forced himself to feel the wholeness of family. He hadn't even seen the mare, hadn't seen his child since birth, claiming he was making himself better, stronger, and the only thing he had achieved was that. A father, well he hadn't. He was empty.

His legs shook from underneath him as he rose to his staggering height, a mountain looming over the woman. She taunted him to think of his destruction, luring him in all of his agony to feel more. He shook his head sluggishly, pillars wobbling and struggling underneath his weight. He tried to keep his focus here, in these heavenly fields that had been everything but--heavenly. But the striped was so weak, his physical weakness allowing his mind to succumb to Enna's siren call to Miseal's memories.

"No-no. Enna please don't" He whines out, his golden eyes flashing his pain of those memories before he pinched his eyes closed. He wobbled, his weight threatening to fall over again, but he standed as strong as he possibly could, she had seen enough of his vulnerabilities. "My sorrows for my mistakes do not heal you, why then did you appear?" He muttered, his words holding the only power, the only deep and entrancing tones that made Miseal, Miseal.

The antlered woman had always managed to get under his skin, turn him into a monster, break his physique, shatter the walls that he worked so hard to repair, time and time again. Why! Why! Did the Gods curse him so, why did their paths cross yet again when blood poured from his veins and venom poured from her words? Did she come to watch his downfall? Even in all of his pain, if that would offer her peace for the horrors he had done, then so be it.

Your crown has fallen again Miseal, will you pick it up this time? Can you?


@Enna @Mythical Request emotion three [Emptiness]

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