Dark, cold hallways . These dreams have always been a part of Eira’s dreams who grew up in a mercenary in the north of Rosaura .All of these dreams had one thing in common, a snowed window , too dark to let any light in but it always gave off the feeling of eternal freedom. But Eira knew that in her life freedom was a long lost luxury . She , who was the pitiful heir of the curse of Death's Kiss, the master of the 5 elements and the prophesied Asherah, the guardian of the oceans of Rosaura, could get anything but freedom. Sometimes power could be your biggest shackle. These dark unending corridors were the things that she was the most familiar with, the infinite darkness was her home. Hatred and resentment was what had nurtured her till today, her once pure heart was now the abode of the devils. The only thing she had ever surrendered to was the devil king, Desdemona. Desdemona lit a flash of fire in her dark heart and turned the remaining feelings to ash. A life of a lifeless doll. Kill, laugh and kill again. Blood was her wine , her drug . But one magical night , something happened. Something that would be remembered by history , and of course Desdemona and Eira.
In a room of the royal palace of Rosaura, the legendary of battle between Eira and the Devil King , Desdemona took place. There was the legendary, arrogant devil kneeling to Eira, the last descendant of the Ocean and the guardian of the Rosauran sea.
“I am tired of kneeling to you , Desdemona. You know , you thought you were raising a strong puppet but to tell you the truth , I listened to you only to become stronger , only because you were an important part of my plan. Now that all is done, it’s time to say goodbye.”
“I am the king D-d-desdemona , I can never lose. You are just a mere human, a mere human. How can a mere human defeat me?!” He barked in anger.But he knew it that he had lost,these words meant nothing. He had brought up Eira to be the strongest and the most ruthless 'slave' of his,but today the master was kneeling to the slave. The tables were turned.
“ Ha! Silly Desdemona, even kings fall, like you and my father. Any person that gets on my bad side falls. You are no exception.”
Desdemona was struck by fear when he gazed into Eira's eyes. He had himself destroyed all her emotions, to make her a lifeless doll. But today he was afraid of the doll he had created. Those eyes resembled Death's Door. That unfazed gaze seemed to pierce right through his soul, as if all his secrets were revealed. That beautifully sculpted face with a smirk shadowed by rage,the mysterious eyes that bore a resemblance to the unexplored depths of the Ocean seemed to suck his life in. Eira's beauty was bewitching, bewitching enough to kill a person without making him feel the slightest pain. The more he stared,the closer he came to his demise.
The air grew dangerously heavy when the Holy Sword pierced through it and Desdemona's cold yet fresh blood spilled on the floor.
There she was staring nonchalantly at Desdemona's ripped heart,his body sprawled on the blood-spotted glass floor.She slowly closed her eyes,now content and wryly smiled.It was a smile of pleasure,of victory but it was stll half-hearted for the people who she had fought for were no longer there .With a thud Eira's body collapsed near him. Her sword fell across the floor.The great Holy Sword ,that was now ignored like any other sword.
She had won her last fight.She had defeated her last enemy.She was victorious.
The eerie silence returned back to the room.
