(warning: does contain adult themes and suggesitve mental health issues. If you're not comfortable with anything like that, please don't read!)
The d'Soleil residence had settled for the night, Rosalia lay sleeping, as did the hounds, to be expected at such an hour. The leisure however, was not for Lazaruz; his eyes had hardly shut since the day he had received his lashings; The day he was told of the abortion. He needed to see Eve, he needed to make amends..
The rain hit down against Lazaruz' blood stained coat as he made his way out his home and into the storm that was gathering, fighting through the wind, the pain, and the voices in his head.
The d'Soleil residence had settled for the night, Rosalia lay sleeping, as did the hounds, to be expected at such an hour. The leisure however, was not for Lazaruz; his eyes had hardly shut since the day he had received his lashings; The day he was told of the abortion. He needed to see Eve, he needed to make amends..
The rain hit down against Lazaruz' blood stained coat as he made his way out his home and into the storm that was gathering, fighting through the wind, the pain, and the voices in his head.
"What's your plan, then, big shot?" this voice was smooth, accusing.. mocking.
As it always had been in life. It tortured him to hear it.
"Y'know very well where I'm going, Jarsdel.." He sounded tortured
and crass in comparison… why was that man always superior somehow,
even now, when he shouldn't even exist?
"You really, expect /her/ to be there? You really are stupid.."and crass in comparison… why was that man always superior somehow,
even now, when he shouldn't even exist?
"GET THE FOCK OUT OF M'HEAD!"
Lazarus' scream echoed off the cobblestones and filled the empty street for a moment. It was of no use, the Jarsdel continued to sit there on his stool, his dark coat draping down the sides as he joyfully watched the distraught Bloodcast continue on his frantic pursuit; his laughter echoing mockingly through Lazaruz' head. He'd been there for a few days now and only left for brief intervals. More than enough to drive Lazaruz mad..
It was common knowledge that Lazaruz, like many, clearly had a strong hatred towards the man. Edward was everything that he despised, corrupt, avaricious, brutal.
A man with hands that had the potential to paint all of Regalia red with a single swipe. Lazaruz, like many, had a right to hate him. It almost seemed like he had a duty to hate him...
And yet, it was Jarsdel who had now meted out the justice for Lazaruz' transgressions, his cruelty, his mistake.
The question had been ripping into him since he escaped;Spirit if he knew, if he wanted to know..
'Am I really any better?'
Lazaruz would eventually stumble and fight his way to what he recognised as the Regalian opera, How poetic. His life had been nothing but drama as of late, he was close.
It had been the first time he had forced himself up the steps of his old home in weeks, even after the return from his trip. Up until now he had yet to have enough courage to unlock the door that was now looming in front of him.
His shaking hands grasped at the copper key as if it was a snake that might bite him.
It hovered over the keyhole, and almost instantly. The voice was back..
"You've always been a coward, Lazaruz. Go back home. You know what you'll find here - who you won't find - and you don't want to face it. Go back and cower in the arms of your whore wife."
It was common knowledge that Lazaruz, like many, clearly had a strong hatred towards the man. Edward was everything that he despised, corrupt, avaricious, brutal.
A man with hands that had the potential to paint all of Regalia red with a single swipe. Lazaruz, like many, had a right to hate him. It almost seemed like he had a duty to hate him...
And yet, it was Jarsdel who had now meted out the justice for Lazaruz' transgressions, his cruelty, his mistake.
The question had been ripping into him since he escaped;Spirit if he knew, if he wanted to know..
'Am I really any better?'
Lazaruz would eventually stumble and fight his way to what he recognised as the Regalian opera, How poetic. His life had been nothing but drama as of late, he was close.
It had been the first time he had forced himself up the steps of his old home in weeks, even after the return from his trip. Up until now he had yet to have enough courage to unlock the door that was now looming in front of him.
His shaking hands grasped at the copper key as if it was a snake that might bite him.
It hovered over the keyhole, and almost instantly. The voice was back..
"You've always been a coward, Lazaruz. Go back home. You know what you'll find here - who you won't find - and you don't want to face it. Go back and cower in the arms of your whore wife."
Lazaruz fumed and raged at the apparition "You bastard! Get out of my head! I've stood in the shadow of a fockin' dragon!"
"And yet you cannot open your own front door." observed the man sardonically, still calmly seated on his stool.
The door opened.
Through heavy breathing; the man entered.A flood of emotion to match the rain that poured, entering with him. The house, although the same as he'd left it felt lifeless--Unloved.. It hadn't been lived in and he knew this. Nonetheless he made his way up the familiar spiral staircase.
What did he really want to be at the top of them? Was he hoping to see Eve with open arms? What would he have even said if she /were/ there?
After what felt like the longest time, he found himself in the bedroom.. But he wasn't alone.
At the foot of of the messy bed sat a boy. His hair scarlett, his eyes blue.
Lazaruz had never set eyes on.. But he knew exactly who it was before either of them had spoken; It was his son.
What did he really want to be at the top of them? Was he hoping to see Eve with open arms? What would he have even said if she /were/ there?
After what felt like the longest time, he found himself in the bedroom.. But he wasn't alone.
At the foot of of the messy bed sat a boy. His hair scarlett, his eyes blue.
Lazaruz had never set eyes on.. But he knew exactly who it was before either of them had spoken; It was his son.
"You killed me--" The voice of the young boy soft and melancholic,
Yet at the same time it held such weight that it brought the man to his knees.
"I-I never harmed your mother, not once!"
"--With your words..""L-leave me be!"
"You've become everything you hate."
"I jus' wanted som'thin' for myself--Just once."
"Im not the first you've ruined, nor will I be the last that /YOU/ fail. " The boy's voice had changed, he was no longer the son that could have been, but everyone and everything Lazaruz felt he had failed in life.
The man couldn't speak, he only watched them with mournful eyes as the apparation began to create an insufferable wailing throughout man's head, pounding against the man more than any physical torture he had ever gone through.
Then he was gone.
Lazaruz was once again left alone in the silent house, there were no voices.
There was no guidance.
Only,
Guilt.
OOC NOTES:
( @Yigit )
- This took place shortly after Edward Jarsdel's death, I've just been taking too long to post it.
- Also a lot of thanks to @OnyxXIII for helping out a ton!
-If it seems rushed at the end, or incomplete. I just wanted to get it over with and out of my mind, so I can focus
on other things (and lore stories)
- Thanks for reading <3
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