All things end
I have seen the rise and fall of empires. I don’t say that out of ego. One doesn’t live this long, nor the life that I have, and still carry those kind of vainglorious egocentrisms. It is simply a matter of the ebb and flow of time. Human or supernatural matters almost nothing in the grand scheme of that river because this thing is always true - all things end.
In case I was somehow subtle I’ll reiterate: ALL THINGS END.
Every part that there is in this play I have dressed - the tragic hero, the villain, the penitent, the warrior, the saboteur, and the lover. That last one most of all.
I don’t talk much about my life… especially before… her. I couldn’t tell you why she changed everything. I was a Crusader long before she was ever even a vampire made. But that tiny, silent, sad girl who didn’t speak… She made a life for me. Because someone had to protect her.
She can protect herself now.
Maybe she always could.
And anymore… it’s not that I don’t need her. Or she me. For centuries I was her only friend. Too quiet. Too… strange. Because sometimes the things that break us… remake us.
What was it she said the other day? Nothing that dies… can ever be reborn the same?
Like her Knight.
Like her.
Like me.
Have I ever told you how many times I’ve died? In the literal sense. I am a daemon, after all… I can possess any body I choose. I like this one, though. It’s the one that made the promise that set me on the path to you. The one that broke.
The one that died.
And for a certainty… did not come back the same.
There is only one unbearable weight in this life… and that is the endlessness of it. It’s what makes any supernatural a monster. Because all things were meant to end.
Ends are beautiful. Sometimes horrible. Often tragic. Equally, gentle and welcome. It takes a certain kind of wisdom to know when it’s time to end.
And a special luck to get to chose.
I love you.
I didn’t always.
I wanted you from the moment I saw you, though. That silver that I haven’t seen in hundreds of years. You all have it… even back to your Nordic origins. There was always an impossible magnetism to your folk. A way that you could stand wind blown in the storm and command it to calm.
And it would heed.
I do.
Though I am a thing to be commanded… this one thing belongs to me. The only choice I will ever really get to make. And it’s you. It was always you. Through empires and holy wars and black nights of blood and death. Aside countless beds and more torments and regrets than I have any heart or want to recount… it all led to you. The singularity in my everything.
My Ace of Hearts.
My salvation.
I love you.
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