A Long Journey, A Forgotten Return

[V0idsoldier 1139]

Rusen sat atop his iron forged throne, his kimono hanging slack by his side revealing his beaten body. A circular scar permeating from his otherwise smooth chest, leaving an indention, and just below it all, his stomach, covered in the countless more scars. Shifting weight, Rusen peers across the throne room, to his left and then right, ensuring the safety of his castle. It had been a long twenty years for Rusen, a compelling, wishing, painful long twenty years, but he was back in the lands of Asulon, something that could only be described as home to him.

"I suppose...." His voice echoes across the empty, soulless halls of his castle "A greeting is at hand.... His voice chilling and cold, even as the day fades to night the temperature dropping from hot to cold, his voice seems to have a ring to it, a certain ring lacking what he had left with.

Before leaving, Rusen had something in him, something that could be described as a goodness, though if that ring in his voice was ever truly there, it was surely forgotten about now, his body was just that, a body to hold his still human organs, though his soul... his soul was twisted and gone. He sought redemption for that which could never be redeemed, and had lost himself in the arduous journey he had forsaken some twenty years ago. With a glint of what could be seen as sorrow in his blood red eyes, he speaks again to himself.

One could... even call me mad... His voice seemed to drift to a even more lowly low, a colder cold, an even emptier empty. He stands as his voice still echoes through and through, taking pace around the corridors of his maddening, drab castle, his hands folded smoothly behind his back.

looking between the cracks and crevices, the empty floor boards, looking for something that wasn't there, Rusen drifts around,his heels hitting the floor with a certain trained discipline that, they too, cause an echo across the halls. Gathering his breath which seemed to take more energy than he cared to show, he let another stream of words flow from his cold lips

"Yes... A greeting is at hand..." Stepping back, through the corridors and halls slowly, pacing himself as to be in no hurry, a trait he has come by in his arduous journey, he heads back to his Iron Citadel, his throne. Shifting behind it, his finger meets a small, triangular button on the back left side as two pistons shift open with a creaking noise, inside three blades rest firmly on a gold engraved stand.

"My blades... My beauties, your time has come again." His voice dies down again as he slides his hands across the three blades, taking them from their sacred resting place and pressing them to his side, where they truly belong. Sliding the lowest one, the Iron Katana from its resting place, he presses it outwards, extending it to the earthen lands deemed Asulon

With a brief moment of standing there, he finally slides his blade back in place, and steps out the front entrance. Rusen had wandered far and wide, he had seen things no one should ever see, done things no one should ever do... but the journey he took was just the beginning of his quest.

((Just a little short story for the returnal of one of my characters. It isn't anything special, just a little read hehe.))

[Elfen_ 232]

((I must say, I liked this little story.))

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