#seriously I was banging my head trying to write in Shakespearean style

[anjels001]

The silent guardian

In the dim light of eternal night, sitting in his armchair in front of one of the windows in one of the chambers of his father's palace, warming himself by the flames of the fireplace, savoring the sweet and exquisite taste of the demonic wine in his crystal goblet, The dark coloring of his robust, glazed form contrasted with the soft touch of the white silk that dressed his hands, protecting him and keeping them smooth and slender as someone of his rank should have. His eyes shining like gold, one of the few indications that presented his true nature, are unfocused, contemplative, trapped in memories of a past that is rarely remembered. The memories of those glorious and painful days, the pain, the betrayal, the friendships and camaraderie followed by loss and separation. For a fleeting moment, the figure lets himself be attracted by the sweet melody of melancholy, letting himself be lightly touched in the water of the small, calm lagoon where these memories are found, an illusory and misleading image that tries to lure fools into its interior. cold, chaotic depth, before abruptly withdrawing from them. Diverting the beautiful orbs, the figure forces himself to remain in the present, apatheticly watching the dance of the beautiful flames of his fireplace, resisting the whispers of his music. bringing the sweet drink to his lips, the figure allows himself to taste the slight pain caused by the descent, slightly poisoned by the amber liquid made by the fall. Allowing himself to be carried away by the slight drowsiness that this brought, he soon remembered again the reason for his now state of contemplation. Oh, how he knew there were a thousand reasons not to act like this, that sooner or later he would have to deal with the consequences of tonight's actions, but at the present moment he had neither the strength nor the reason to care about them. But it had been decades since he'd last smelled that, since he'd seen that fire, years since he'd allowed himself even the tiniest glimpse of the lineage he'd always cherished. The lineage of your friends, your companions, your comrades, your clan. He knew that sooner or later he would have to interact with them, he knew that from the moment this descendant set foot in this realm, the descent would be marked and with that his self-induced mission would begin again. As much as he supported his prince's wish, as much as he agreed with his dream of unifying the kingdoms, he was not so foolish as to believe that it would be easy. He knew from Demetrios' experience of forcing someone to follow his orders, how easy it was for your people to turn against you, that power was not the same as invulnerability or even humility. Even the Lord and his brothers showed no support for his majesty's dream, worst of all they knew what humans were capable of… Demons were powerful, their culture and hierarchical structure were centered on that, being traditionalists the species as a whole would never see a human as their equal, as humans, however weak they were, were pesticides, extremely creative and adaptive. The human race had an angel's capacity for empathy and compassion, but a demon's capacity to harm apathetic and selfish beings thrived in chaos as long as he employed order. Letting out a sigh, the noble in a barbaric act down the entire glass at once before filling it again. From experience he knew that the descendant's presence was a warning, a warning of a future danger, however, he didn't know the type.. a possible revolt perhaps? a revelation of some dark secret that could lead to a major war? or even the return of ancient mystical forces that wish to destroy the realms and reap all life? He didn't know… but what he did know was that no matter what the difficulty, they wouldn't be alone… "After all, even after so many years…" observes the mysterious figure while lightly swirling the liquid. "… I never forgot you, my friend".