- K I N G -

[~Aoria-sama~]

From a similar place a journal is once more withdrawn. 

It smells of smoke and the edges of this particular page written on seem to be singed.

There words are written much neater than previously.

Perhaps a new found control? Or maybe a swift change in his mood.

In contrast to his last entry, this one seems seems...

Alarmingly calm.

The darkness wraps me in its chaotic embrace,
Others smile and rejoice - but I have yet to find my place.
Whispers from a temptress tell me I should find happiness and beauty that comes with power,
That she can’t wait to see what I will become, that I will blossom into her greatest flower.

I know the depths of my rage, will I ever let myself see?
-That she’s right, isn’t she? 

The Docro - our aim has been facing the wrong directions,
With my new found happiness within the darkness I feel, I will make the appropriate corrections.
Perhaps, mother, I am not the one who is meek.
I’ll prove it to you, with the havoc I will begin wreak.

Once more there are scribbled out words.

All of it will be mine.
YOU WERE WRONG.
Fuck.