Post by Evil Riddle on Dec 18, 2014 0:10:25 GMT
Charles roamed the streets, remaining in the dark as much as possible. Even with the strange devastation of the former entertainment district, he didn't want to take the chance if being spotted. Charles knew all too well what would happen the misfortunate person who interacted with him.
Everyone around him, the world seemed a desert mix of light and shadow and dusty rock, much like what he imagined him to appear to others. There wasn't even a point in denying it: he was a monster. A murderer. A curse. Though he didn't want to do the things he did, he couldn't deny that he had done them, even if his only guilt was not being strong enough to hold back his spirits. But then again, isn't that what "falling into temptation" is supposed to mean? Nit being strong enough to bare with something dark. Maybe it wasn't a pleasure to do what his spirits made him do, but still he couldn't deny that he could have tried harder.
In short, he was no better than his spirits. And even with his self-inflicted exile, he still couldn't stop his spirits from killing. He lost it for a moment and Chaoskimermon was able to seize that and get free, murdering hundreds. He couldn't let that happen again. And he certainly didn't have the strengh to stop ot himself. He would have to count on someone else.
That's why he had come to the human world again. To achieve the only way to stop his spirits. No more self-pity. Charles was worthless. His life, worthless. But he couldn't take it himself. He would have to ask someone to do it for him. And only one name came to his head. He and his partner likely had the best shot at killing him, not to mention and good reason to do it.
"Hey brat, come here!" Somone shouted, snapping Charles from his thoughts. He turned to see a small group of thugs, all armed with old rusty weapons. He had forgotten to account to that, thugs. But maybe it would work. If he played his card's right, they might just kill him.