'It's over...isn't it?
Is this how things really have to end??
Of course.
Of course it is.
I'm a fool. A worthless, conniving, desolate imbecile, and that isn't even the depth of it.
And fools die pathetic deaths...like the one I feel I'm going through.
I'm so sorry, Trinity. Or do you even care enough to listen to my thoughts?
If not, I understand. I'm worthless. Completely worthless, pathetic.
If you're there... I want you to know I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. Even the deepest pits of hell can't burn away the pain of what I've done to you or bring me atonement.
Why.. How did I let it come to this??'
Thin ebony tresses nearly merged with the dank tone of the darkness surrounding the sullen, limp outline of one of the universe's greatest, once most proud fighters that ever managed to walk; almost taunting him as agonizing thoughts slunk through his dying mind. "Why was he here," this regularly asked question one might think would be too long to explain in the common sentence, and he knew it.
Head dropped into his chest in shame and self-loathing, the fallen warrior's fading lavender eyes stared blankly into the gloom of his chamber.. Nay, His prison, soon to be his tomb. His pupils, pointed and in-human, where dilated into wideness, wishing for even the tiniest crack of light to partake them. Dirt-stained black bangs fell in front of the warrior's face, extending at the back of his scalp and falling down his shoulders loosely, becoming slimmer in width until they ended at a few strands slightly past his waistline. Massive ebony wings stretched out horizontally on either side of him- halfway, before turning forward at the center joint and spreading out limply before him, only held up by fresh iron chains and shackles which where attached to the ceiling and floor.
His entire body feeling bare, the warrior flinched, hating the suspended feeling that crawled through his numbing skin; hating this feeling of helplessness that was un-avoidable; even hating himself to great extents. He was held up, suspended in air by what seemed to be hundreds of different thick, burly chains, which constricted and curled around every inch of him they possibly could manage to cling onto; connecting with the walls, ceiling, and floor, as if there was no up or down. His knees where lifted slightly and bound to his chest, arms thrust beneath them in a crossed pattern across his thin torso; hands rested meekly upon his shoulders.
Skin exposed, the corpse-like thinness of the warrior- no, from the looks of his wings, the raven- showed at a glance that he was in obviously poor health. If only the most negligible fleck of light reached him, even the un-trained eye could tell that something was missing. His abdomen was scarily narrow; to the point where even assuming the extent of it only being a foot long wouldn't be an exaggeration by far. Nearly every bone of his body could be located poking against his pallid, cold skin from the inside; each rib, hip, joint, and even the tiny bulge of lethargically shrunken muscles and veins where spot able. His arms, long and skinny, where only perhaps an inch and a half at the wrist; widening into two inches at the center arm, then into approximately three or so at the widest point. Intricately curved black claws adorned each of the raven's spindly fingers, replacing the usual flat, rounded clear nails of the normal person.
The same could be said for his legs, only perhaps they where at slightly thicker proportions in width, and the claws where placed at each toe rather than fingertip, simply because the only normal thing about this creature was that he had the usual toes rather than some other malfunction like one would guess.
The weirdest thing about the raven, though, was the object positioned in his back. Starting at his shoulder blades, an arched circular shape would be seen, which reached down his lower back and ended several inches above his waistline. It was like a jewel; deep sapphire in color, with many dark shades and tones within it's elaborate surface, seeming to be half of a perfect sphere that was possibly partially hidden within the raven. In the exact center of this gem was a small, deep hole, a half inch in diameter, outlined with a thick layer of steel. Perhaps a keyhole? Yes, most likely, for around the raven's neck, a fresh silver key sparkled on a single strand of colorless thread, just out of his reach.
The year was nine hundred and ninety nine, A.D.; the date being December the thirty first. It would soon be the millennium, and the raven knew he would be gone just soon enough to leave with the thousand years this event would mark. It was a time where demons and monsters still roamed the earth, humans still struggling for total control of every inch they stumbled across with no regard to the consequences. Or perhaps, the other way around.
The raven writhed slightly, tear-glazed eyes sliding shut. His time was slipping, fading fast, disappearing like the thin mist of a cold night as the sun peaked across the horizon. His ears filled with the cruel sound of metal grinding every moment or so painfully inside him. He knew the thoughts he had now where vital... for they would be the last, in his mind.
'Trinity...'
He constantly thought that name, dwelling on it wistfully.
'How can I possibly express how much regret I feel for what I have done...?
How..
How did I let things sink to this?
How far back should I go to understand?
...To the beginning... yes. I'll remember when it all started, when I met you, Trinity.
Maybe then... I can rest with at least the tiniest shred of peace.'
Where was it?
Yes, the town. Your town. I destroyed it... killed everyone just for the fun of it... submerged everything in a desolate rampage of dancing flames... yet you lived? Why? Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was hell bringing you close to me knowing I couldn't be close to something as perfect as you without breaking it, breaking myself, breaking everything.'
'I was walking. Idly walking, admiring the chaos I had caused. How I regret what I did that day. And, there was someone cowering under a pillar. I heard them, I heard them crying to them self quietly.'
A girl sat beneath a halfway fallen pillar, tears gently falling down her face.
Reddish locks of straight, sleek hair fall loose to the young girl's neck, where there they where tied back into a thin stand of a ponytail by a thin, off-white ribbon. There the reddish ponytail went to her lower back. A small piece of 'jewelry'- if you could even call it that- was wrapped and secured tightly around the girl's forehead. It appeared to be pieces of golden thread- most likely, fake, woven tightly in the way a rope would be, and in thickness, the woven threads where together around a half-inch. Her clothing was a stained white- more so off-white, or maybe cream- colored, sleeveless dress. It was armless, and held on by a ring of golden threads which encircles the neck and shoulders, coming into spaghetti straps of sorts, each tied into a small bow at the top to hold them up more, as if she hadn't grown into the dress fully. The fabric of the dress was somewhat silky; it's texture ridged and rippled almost to the touch, almost like there where stripes going down it.
She blinked, looking up to see Waru. Except here, in the raven's memory, he was muscular, healthy, and covered in black armor with continuous patterns of raven feathers on it.
She yelped, ran to him and clung to him, sobbing. "Ahh, you must help me! An evil demon destroyed everything."
Or at least, you said something like that. Right?
Well, somehow I felt sorry for you. You where helpless, and blubbering and sobbing too much for me to even speak over you. So, I let you travel with me.
As we traveled your innocence became clear. Especially when we saw a man being killed by a wolf demon. I hoped not to bother with it, but you yelled at me until I helped him. Then we learned that he was a prince, and he invited us to a feast because we saved him. He even let you borrow a beautiful royal gown for the evening. Even though I hid amoung the shadows, dreading the others, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.
We traveled together for a year or two, and I realized I had fallen in love with you, Trinity.
But then, one night, as the moon rose from the horizon, you came to me to tell me something.
That was the worst night of my life.
I remember she walked towards me, the elegant light of the moon illuminating her thin, pretty form. Trinity smiled slightly, seeming a bit nervous. "Waru... I'm getting married."
Married?! Well, it wasn't something common in my culture, but I had heard of it. "What?! To who?!" "The prince." Trinity smiled, looking happy. "I'm going to be queen!! Rich!! Can you believe it?!" I couldn't. "But...Trinity!! That about ME?!" I could barely speak, my own words surprising both me and the female before me. "....What do you mean by that?" She raised an eyebrow. "You hate me. You only tolerate me for who knows why... You should be glad." She stated, seeming irritated. She walked towards me, so close I could almost feel her breath. "I thought I loved you, once, but you lost that chance. You're...cruel. I don't feel anything for you now."
My heart shattered.
When suddenly, a sort of instinct from within me bubbled up past my self-conciousness. I lost all control whatsoever, and my hand flew to the sword at my side. In a swift, single motion, the sword flew from it's sheathe, and Trinity fell to the ground in separate parts. The moment I saw that, and the red that stained the person I had loved's white dress, my eyes went wide, pupils dialated; I dropped the sword and stumbled back in horror.
"T-Trinity....?! TRINITY?!?!?!" I yelled her name, eyes glassy with tears, knowing what I had done. I cursed at my instincts, falling to my knees in a trembling heap before disappearing in a mist of smoke and tragedy.
After that, I knew no time. It seemed everything had disappeared, and nothing mattered. I thought I would just lye around misrable forever. But no, things weren't yet bad enough for me. The one Trinity was set to marry found her body(with a few of my feathers nearby), and went on a rampage to capture me so I would be punished. He even hired sorcerers to make it so that I would never die, never be able to see Trinity again... I won't say how, the memories are too painful.
And now, here I am. My body weak, changed to nothing I could even recognise; and chained to a wall, limp. Right now, I'm feeling helplessness like never before...
You see, those 'sorcerers', all they did was replace over half of my body with these odd metal objects and strings from the future. As painful as that had been, it wasn't half as painful as what I had done to you, Trinity.
Will you ever forgive me?
Probably not.
So It's pointless to say how sorry I am.
But at least, you wpon't have to worry about me ever again.
Not only am I weak, but these sorcers have trapped my soul in some portion of my body. And right now, they've made it so, unless wound up like a child's toy every day, I'll go into a sort of coma unless wound up. To prevent me waking up ever again, they've locked me in this prizon...And I can feel it; I can fel myself slipping away at this moment.
I'm going down, Trinity; and my last, and only regret is that I took you with me."