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   Keighvin Silvansky | November 17, 2011 - 03:20 PM

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   ~He stepped into the shadow's by Leigh's office, once out of view, his shoulders slumped and he ran his fingers through his hair, clutching it, he hurried through the pathway, across it, coming out into Sanctuary. There he moved to his pillows and his soft rug, his gaze fixing on the fireplace that had appeared..and the blue flames within.
   He stared into the blue flames, sparks of it almost seemed to match his eyes, his eyes that held the color of those flames so well. He stared at them until the dark came, as it did each night, swallowing him away like a predator and it's prey. For a moment nothing then...

   He stood blocking the way, a one figure barricade blocking the way to his family. A hint of faint blue from his upraised hand reflected from the impassive faces and hollow empty eyes of that which opposed him. Three figures cloaked and shadowed in familiar hoods, all wearing white roses on black cloaks.

   This was not the old dream, the dream of being alone in ice with Mikhail. This was-something else. He could sense things, shards of meaning, just under the surface of it, but he could not seem to bring them out where he could read them.

   But it felt real-real, fearfully real.

   "Why do you bother with this nonsense.."
   The voice came behind the three that faced him, it was sweet, lilting. One more figure paced forward as the ranks of the creatures backed away, the three parting to let him pass.
   "You are quite alone, Prosecutor of Legacies, Keighvin Silvansky, Luciase..of no House." One of the figures stepped two paces to the side to allow the newcomer to take the center, surrounding him. Leaving him facing four.

   He was beautiful; there was no other way to describe him, a perfectly sculptured face and body, hair and eyes of twilight silver, a confidence, poise and power so complete that they were works of art. Except for the eyes, he could have been Mikhail's brother, except that he was too perfect, he could have almost been a young sibling.
   He was clad in dull black armor, like the three with him, his soldiers, or fighters, or mages. Unlike them, he carried no weapon. He didn't need one; he was a weapon. He was a weapon with no other purpose than the destruction and death he molded into his power, unlike the knife which could cut to heal or harm, this weapon had never had any other purpose than pain. Keighvin knew that as well as he as he knew himself.

   "You are..." the young man, handsome as a darkling, repeated; smiling, choosing his words to hurt the most. "Quite alone. None will make it here in time to save you."

   K.D. nodded. "You tell me nothing that I am not already aware of. I know you. You are..Tenebrae.." The word meant.

   "Darkness" Tenebrae laughed at him. "I am. Darkness. And these are my servants. A quaint conceit, don't you think?"

   He said nothing, every moment he kept him here was one more moment that the rose gave his family a chance to get here, to get to the figure behind him in the pool of blood and shadow.

   "You need not remain alone," Darkness, Tenebrae, continued, moistening his lips with his tongue, sensuously. "You have only to stretch out your hand to me, Keighvin, and take this Darkness within you, and you will Never be alone again, Never Feel again. We could accomplish much together, we two. Or if you wish -I could even-" he stepped forward a pace; two. "I could even bring back your brother to you. Think of him Keighvin. Think of Mikhail, Think of your Sire, who is behind you, she will fade, vanish and leave you alone, always alone Keighvin, you know she is fading into nothing, you see it, you feel her pain, you feel her fading away, you watched her husband's death, you watched Lord Nic's death, but here..I can make her.. alive, and once more at your side, I could even make her love you, You know as well as I do that he is dead and she is soon to join him as nothing. Nothing ever again Luciase of No House, Keighvin. All three of them, dead..or...I could take away the pain, the pain of his loss, your dear, handsome Father, the pain of her loss, your beautiful Mother..I could make it so you didn't care that Mikhail ran away, that he left you, that he left you to be executed and die and he did not care. I can make you not Care.."

   "NO!"
   He struck at the terrible, beautiful face in front of him, struck with every bit of shadow at his command..and the Sanctuary swung on it's chain violently. He wept even as he struck.
   Shadow poured out of the top of the Sanctuary, which rocked back and forth with the force of his blows.

   Darkness laughed; his icy laughter echoed off of the cliffs of nothing that eddied away in his dream, he held up a hand and made the simplest of gestures. A light storm whirled into being precisely at the edge of Keighvin's defenses. Too near his fallen Sire and Father, he poured everything he could into the dark shield, the shadow separating from himself, the very last of his protections. He was drained, the energy source was drained, and he himself had taken far more damage in the duel than he would allow this Darkness..This Tenebrae to know.

   He was no match for the scouring blast that peeled his shields away from her, from his father, from his brother, faster than he could replace them. The thing smiled behind the light-storm, as if he knew that Keighvin was weaker by the movement. Sweat ran down into his eyes and started to freeze there, and then burn; he went to his knees, still fighting, and knowing he was going to lose. The Darkness seemed not even wearied.

   A final blast struck down the last of his protections. The Light-Storm approached him, he screamed an agony such that he'd never known before arced through his body-He saw through Agony -Nic's still unmoving body, Leigh's dead form laying over it. He saw his brother Mikhail laying next to them both, all three, dead..far past dead, they would never return..no amount of healing would be able to save them.

   The figure leaned down, whispered softly, swiftly. "Your. Fault. Darkness brought darkness. Always your fault Luciase of No House. Your curse killed them, your weakness. Your choice. Ripples of water, as your dear sweet Mother used to say..All. your. Fault."

   He screamed so loudly and threw himself into a final strike, a darkness so all pervading that it swallowed his form, his screaming mad form.

   -He woke, screaming, the carpet and pillows strewn everywhere, soaking with sweat that his body should not be able to create, and shaking so hard that the pillow and blanket near him quivered. The darkness in the room was immense, the Sanctuary rocked back and forth violently, like a ship at sea during stormy weather. Shadow swarmed the Sanctuary, fled around it, searching for danger. His chest heaved with breaths he didn't need. He was afraid he had screamed along the bond, but as the minutes passed, and it remained silent, when nobody called to him, when nobody came to his Sanctuary, he knew that he hadn't, that everything had been in the dream. Save for his own reaction. At least he had not awakened his entire family, and he had not been trapped inside his dream.

   Dream. Oh, hell. It wasn't just a dream. He shivered, despite the lack of sensation of cold, and stared up at the roof of his Sanctuary. The nightmare had him in a grasp of burning claws and would not let him go.

   He swallowed hard as the pendulum chain rocked. The entire sanctuary swinging still from the force of his nightmare.
   "It felt real. It felt all too real, I will be alone...my fault.." he kind of curled up in the blanket, staring out at the darkness of the entrance, the blue flames casting darkest shadows across the chess board, the bookcase, the carpet and the pillows.

   He could feel the odd cold burning still, across his nerves and feelings, as if a warning had been placed.

   "I will be alone in the end..my fault..all my fault..Darkness brought Darkness" the words slid out, almost listless, as he allowed himself finally to attempt to slip back down into that enveloping darkness..

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