Petrichor after Chrysalism

Songs have been played in the great halls of the

manor.

The chorus in the great hall has been doing the

work greater than ever.

Prince was sick. Eyes wrapped in cloth, hands

hidden by leather gloves, the outfit was covering

most of him. Shoes leather, with no heel. Which

was unusual.

The dark hair stuck to forehead, the rest were

down the shoulders.

He was exhausted. Purely with no wind in him to

go and commence any duties. War had squeezed the

life out of him.

Priests had prayed, as chorus sang, as music was

playing. The holy texts were flowing through the

open halls, through the spaces in between the maids

and guards… Through the ears of Prince.

The Grand Master came over and tapped the

prince on the shoulder twice, then proceeded to lean

in and whisper in his ear: "The news arrived. Your

father died. Please, take notice. You need to prepare

to be new King." Then Master walked off.

Music and singing kept on. Hours later, they've

been gone. The silence had resided in the premises.

The only person left was prince atop the throne, just

where he sat all the while.

The rumbling of lightning and thunder came by.

Patter of rain drops was heavily felt on the roof. The

sound echoed the rooms and halls.

A voice of a lady singing had moved the silence. It

was playing along with the rain. Entwining.

Prince raised his hand to his face, pulling down

the cloth that covered eyes. It was dark. It was the

night.

His eyes wandered around the Grand hall. It was

empty.

No candle light, just blue dim light from outside

in. The moon was partially covered in the clouds.

Rain kept falling.

The body heavy, the feet were numb. He picked

self up, as he held on to the sides of the throne. It

was hard to get up.

"Your Majesty…" – A voice spoke to him.

Princes head looked up to see the entry to the hall

in front of him. There was a young man.

"You should go sleep…" – The man said.

Prince got up fully and made few painstaking steps

from the throne towards the man.

"How dare you tell me that, when you're the one

not letting me sleep… Insolent demon." – Prince

tiredly replied.

"Ahaha! You just don't want to succumb, do you?

What foolish man." – The youngster spoke.

Prince just let out a sigh, his feet heavy, as he made

step after step.

"You do understand that the only one keeping you

here is you." – The youngster paced around the dark

hall. – "What IS keeping you here, you old soul?

What made you so attached to this place?"

Prince stopped. He crouched down to pick a

necklace that fell off someone. He held it in hand, as

he got up again.

"Is that remorse? Is it pain? Regret? Wish to do

something different in that moment?" – The man

paced around, as he kept talking.

"It's piece of myself, that was stolen." – Prince let

out.

"Ah, so it's love." – The man approached the

Prince.

Mans white hair shone in the dark, like silver,

the robe he wore was also light in colours. Face so

handsome and so charming, eyes magically drawing

one to them. He felt like angel, yet he was indeed,

the most cold hearted demon in this realm.

"You humans do not change… Do you?" – He

spoke, his white lashes and grey eyes observing the

Prince. – "Have you no self respect? Keeping this

little thing ongoing for so many centuries. You sure

have no peace."

Prince turned to face the demon.

"I have no right to be changing, if there is no her

beside me to change for." – Prince let out.

Demon sighed, then turned to wander the hall.

His steps light.

"You forget that she might be reborn, or that

you had a chance to see her again… And yet you

stubbornly cannot let go of this little speck of

memory embedded in your stubborn head." –

Demon spoke.

"Reborn? How can I have the right to be reborn

and meet her? Am I not in hell?" – Prince spoke

tiredly.

"No." – Demon let out. – "This is no hell. And

I have said this to you times and times before and

most likely will say times and times again. Until you

yourself will remember that."

"Is this my punishment?" – Prince held up the

necklace and looked at it.

"No. This is the punishment you chose to be here

for. But there was not punishment for you to begin

with. The atonement was granted many decades

ago." – Demon went up to sit on the throne.

Prince was silent.

"Just when are you going to admit that you love

staying here?" – Demon looked down on the Prince.

Prince had turned to face Demon. And with those

grey eyes watching him, he felt little, yet so… so…

so much…

In love.

"Alright… Enough with your silly charades." –

Demon says, elbow on the side of a throne and he

places head on his hand. – "Why do you so eagerly

take up this space?"

Prince walked, painstakingly to the throne, he sat

next to demon, placing his head on the knees of the

light robes.

"I don't wish to be left without you." – Prince says.

– "How can I? After the moment when I saw you

during that mourning day, as you stood in the crowd,

watching me, with your charm and your beauty. You

left the necklace, as you vanished in thin air. And

taking my own life is what got me to see you here."

"You sure are one fool of obsessed creature." –

Demon let out, as he placed his free hand on Princes

head. – "You sure are very entertaining to me. Just

so eager to get my attention."

"I love you… Loved and will keep loving you." –

Prince spoke.

"Sorry dear, but I'll have to kick your soul out of

here." – Demon smiled.

Prince turned to face Demon with a shock on his

face, he shook head.

"No, please, no…" – Muttered Prince, pleading

Demon.

Demon got up and looked down on the Prince.

"Don't worry. You'll find your peace." – Then soul

was like snow – fleeting moment of twirl and was

gone.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you fall once more

for me. Like so many times before."

The orchestra played the melody.

The halls were filled with great music. The concert

was one of the greatest in years.

The Grand hall was packed with people that came

to listen to the finest music.

In the halls, a man was walking with his wine glass,

watching the chandeliers below ceiling, with large

windows stretching up and so much space that was

grande. He paced, feeling a sense of nostalgia, yet

could not gasp where from.

The dark hair were styled well and the suit was

tailored. He drank his wine, as he tried to remember

– where does the feeling come from. This sense of…

"Mind if I tag along?" – A young man appeared

beside him, with silver toned hair, grey eyes, that

seemed to be contacts…

"Ah, sure…" – The man let out, as he held onto

glass stronger.

"The music seems to be known for some reason…

" – Light hair glistened, as he walked.

"Ah, yes. It's supposed to be 'Agnus Dei'." – Wine

glass was brought to lips.

"Don't worry, you'll come back again…" – The

light haired let out.

"What?" – The man in a suit turned to face the

light haired man. He was gone. A necklace was in

his place.

He knelt to pick up the necklace…

"You sure are a fool for coming back to me every

single time." – The Devil smiled, as Prince walked

into the Grand Hall.

Prince walked to the Demon sitting on the throne.

"I'd never forget you." – Prince knelt before

Demon.