Xerxes stands in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection, his thoughts continue
to wander, trying perhaps to find out what it is that is wrong with him, his hand lifts
up and he rests it against the glass, letting out a small sigh of discontent~
Xerxes turns his head slightly, as if hearing something faint, unrecognizable, thinking
perhaps he heard nothing at all, staying silent though as he waits, and is patient...
Xerxes: .....I hear........some...kind of....song.....almost but not really....huh....~he
shrugs a bit, perhaps its just the kids playing, or Sin and Purgatory listening to the
radio~
X soon returns his gaze to the mirror to his reflection and lets out a startled cry~
Xerxes: Not this horrid tune again....how tiresome....hearing it over...never ending...
it's not for us... why must we endure it
X reaches out his hand, starting to shake~ What....are you?
Xerxes: what a foolish question....you know very well who we are...has this mortal
shell dulled your sences...~touching the mirror, mimicing his actions, but tapping on
the glass~
X pulls back from the mirror, startled, sinking down to his knees, tears start to
swell in his eyes, shaking his head~ this isnt possible...
Xerxes soon does the same action, but its almost like its a few seconds delayed~
inconceivable...no....possible...most defiantely....it was only a matter of time before
we finally became weak enough..how disgusting...
X: Weak? what are you talking about....~he frowns, not believing he is truly having this
conversation, never able to take his eyes away from the reflection~
Xerxes: Our precious one....most divine of all....the devourer.....the white horse....
she is the one that has weakened....awakened us...but what a sad state we are in...
we hope those stupid fools do not find us...
X lowers his head a little, his heart is racing, the music this time, faint, has become
stronger~ You leave her alone! Shes got nothing to do with this ~his head pounding~
Xerxes lifts his hand to his eye~ This infernal racket again...like little insects...let us
give you a gift...a bittersweet suffering reminder of what we truely are...
X gives out a deep scream, his hands reach up, grabbing at his face, the sensation
is like a knife being driven deep into his skull, only it grows worse then any pain he
has known~ GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!
X soon sinks to the floor, buring his face against the cold tile, trying to sooth his face,
pain burning though his right eye, his head pounding, his tears falling onto the marble,
as he passes out~
He finally comes too, he can hear the song more clearly, though not as much as before
not painfully~ not for us...
Xerxes lifts his head, staring at nothing, not even looking at his own reflection, as if in a
daze, till the realization sinks in, utter dispair and sorrow engulfs him, threatening to
drown him~
Xerxes reaches up his arms, burying his head into them, his tears never seeming to stop
and his heart is utterly broken, screaming out the very depths of all that he is~ locke..
god.... HELP ME LOCKE!
~fin~
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