Vicious Noir Awakened ~ Driscoll’s Path
*The telling of this tale is in Driscoll Aberdeen’s recounting of the night Vicious Noir was awakened*
I had turned in-ward all my emotions eating away at me. I could talk to Aosoth but how would she take to understanding me, she was born a demon not human. Julian, well my brother had problems of his own one being leaving his love behind in order to move to the next cycle of what is now our demon life, his ascension. I couldn’t even imagine what he was going through, my issues paled in comparison to his. Besides, this was as new to him as it was to me. Then there was his immense love for Kawai, and the pain she felt, the bond they share would only add to his pain, his confusion and his despair so how could I possibly drop my load on him.
As an assassin life was easier, I received my orders, carried them out and lived with the demons of my kills but now, I am the demon. How do I live with that? What does it all mean? Why are my emotions multiplied when I am around them? Was it the blood that we all shared that caused my emotions to be amplified when together? Julian and I shared the blood of brothers. Kawai and Julian have a bond they also share with Aosoth. Was it too much all at once? I had to find out.
Since the night she almost died I haven’t been able to speak to May, could those precious moments wasted have saved her from the pain, could one lash have been avoided if I’d not felt her arrogance and her self- assurance as if it was my own? Guilt ate at me, Celeste having tried numerous times to tell me that something was wrong. My pride getting in the way, my thought being I would know before she would that something was wrong. But, it didn’t happen that way and May almost died because of it. Or, at least that’s how I saw it and now with these emotions and rage I needed to find an outlet, someone to talk to or just simply to give in and let whatever was bursting inside me out.
Lady Celeste … Our first encounters were those of hate and disrespect, at least on her part. Yet in our grief we forged a friendship, and I found someone who’d listen or at least who I believed would. Though it didn’t do much to explain the “why” all this was happening and the conversation never really took place, being around Lady Celeste helped me settle myself. She is not a demon but she had been human once; she understood this new awakening in me, the quickening that surged thru me during the moments of rage. I had found someone that without bias accepted me as a friend and extended her hand in friendship.
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