"<b>You know damn well I loved you, Dia! Hell, do you know how hard it is to forget you love someone so much, when they do nothing but stab you in the back?! Seven years have gone by, and I cannot forget the touch of your lips, or being with you under the moonlight! You've engraved yourself in my very soul, even when you've caused me nothing but agony!</b>"Aedus nearly yelled at her. He would then pull out that ring around his neck, a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F4d%2F83%2F70%2F4d8370f618b5269a9f796bf2042c6fd0.jpg&amp;hash=e2e87f34ed85804c0da4e9192c2bebcb" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4d/83/70/4d8370f618b5269a9f796bf2042c6fd0.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">White Diamond Lily Ring</a>, and speak to her. "<b>For an entire month, I had to endure torture and despair in that goddess forsaken, living hell, after I had pledged my love to you, bled for you, did my best to learn from you and love you, and when I was in the darkness, I called out to you and you were not there!! WHY WHERE YOU NOT THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU?! </b>Aedus yelled, seven years of pent up rage and anger, seven years of agony and misery, all bottled up and released on her.<br/><br/>He expected her to yell, rage, and scream at him.<br/><br/>To try and hit him.<br/><br/>But he never expected to see THAT ring across her neck.<br/><br/>He did not expect her to pour her heart out to him. He felt himself freeze as he saw her collapse to her knees in tears. There was pain...betrayal....anger in her eyes. The fire in her spirit had been crushed, as if Coór, the Dark Elven God, had reduced it to nothing. He then saw those marks on her neck again, the bruises not shining the pale light, and he saw what was once the bright light of his life, the golden star that guided him ever forward.....reduced to a quivering mess. Aedus heard her words, that she was locked into the room, had tried to escape, and with the despair in her voice, he..believed her. He shouldn't, it could be another trick, another way for her to wrap herself in a web of lies to protect herself, but....<br/><br/>He knew, deep in his soul, she was telling the truth.<br/><br/>Aedus felt cold. He stared at the broken woman before him, and inside, questioned crowded his thoughts. Was she telling the truth? There was no way she could fake that pain. If that was true, then that meant that Aedus was angry at her.....for all the wrong reasons. He had thought back on this moment many times, where he would finally crush her with the weight that she had inflicted on him, watching as her husband and father were slaughtered and her kingdom burned, left alone to die in dark, and Aedus couldn't help but feel his stomach turn. He felt the heat burn on his skin, the day he was to be executed- The King had decided a special torture was in place, to ensure he died in pain- His entire body was submerged into a glowing hot metal suit, his flesh seared. It took years for those scars to heal, but every day, he could still feel it- The heat.<br/><br/>He wanted his revenge, to make his anger the Goddesses anger, to justify the things he's done. He wanted to take from her what she had from him. He wanted her to suffer, in this life, as much as the next. He believed the wild fires in his soul would never stop burning....but he was the one that lit them. Not the Goddesses. Not anyone else. That rage would always be apart of him, and one day, it would give him vindication.....<br/><br/>But not today.<br/><br/>Aedus knelt in front of her, unaware of the tears that began dripping from his eyes, to see the woman he once loved....No, the woman he still loved, in such pain. He would take her face, before he placed his lips on hers. It was if the God Etherius (Elven God of Excess, Desire, Lust, and Love) and Seyella (Goddess of Destiny) had woken them together, to be here and now, and showed them the truth- They were both made from broken parts. However, just Ava the Beautiful, the High Goddess of the Elves, had once said, the shards of their shattered dreams had not lost their meaning- Build upon them a mosaic, for which a brighter future could be seen. He would take her into his arms, their bodies fitting together almost as if they were made to fit, before he began....singing.<br/><br/>It was the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DlrQnJ33G0TE&amp;hash=d04d5ab40122976bdcd65a896f1b30b6" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrQnJ33G0TE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">song</a>he had been taught, which was a prayer to his Goddess, and he found it fitting.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="83" data-username="@MintyMinx" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/83/">@MintyMinx</a>