#3 Life Must Go On
Nov. 7th, 2013 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
opposingheavenMy day started out with Nevan again trying her hand to sway my interests toward her. Instead of throwing her across the room, I offered her an apology. While we are under the same roof, the chances of crossing paths is inevitable in a place this small. It was better to iron out the wrinkles than hold a grudge. There was no space for it.
I overheard trifling bits of conversation along my path toward the diner. Cindy was waiting for me and I am never late. I am penniless, too young to take on the tougher jobs and too aloof for customer service, I had one other option. I could offer my services to Dante as his financial manager. He hardly has the time to devote to bookkeeping. Honestly, he devotes his time to trivial matters than what is really important. In a word, he's lazy.
No matter. He has his life and I have mine.
The past, while not forgotten, it shouldn't be the main reason for stagnation. It will be something that I must avoid. Demons walk through this city freely. Some are in relationships with humans through friendship or romantic in their design. I feel at peace here. Odd, as it seems, I can live here without the threat of being used.
Arkham...
The name boils my blood to the core. He sacrificed his wife. While a priestess, he spilled her blood without remorse and called her miserable for it. He deserved his death, slow, painful, dreadful, pitiful, he was reduced to the creature he was. His existence has been erased, though the memory is as clear as the day it had happened.
I feel regret.
The day will come when I have to speak with Mary. Dante has business dealings with her and out of respect for my brother, I make myself scarce when she comes around. I despise hiding though the interaction with me could prove damaging. My dreams of living a virtuous life as a noble knight like my father before me would not be an easy path.
Someday, Mary, I will right the wrongs I have committed against you. The blame is not entirely your father's.
I overheard trifling bits of conversation along my path toward the diner. Cindy was waiting for me and I am never late. I am penniless, too young to take on the tougher jobs and too aloof for customer service, I had one other option. I could offer my services to Dante as his financial manager. He hardly has the time to devote to bookkeeping. Honestly, he devotes his time to trivial matters than what is really important. In a word, he's lazy.
No matter. He has his life and I have mine.
The past, while not forgotten, it shouldn't be the main reason for stagnation. It will be something that I must avoid. Demons walk through this city freely. Some are in relationships with humans through friendship or romantic in their design. I feel at peace here. Odd, as it seems, I can live here without the threat of being used.
Arkham...
The name boils my blood to the core. He sacrificed his wife. While a priestess, he spilled her blood without remorse and called her miserable for it. He deserved his death, slow, painful, dreadful, pitiful, he was reduced to the creature he was. His existence has been erased, though the memory is as clear as the day it had happened.
I feel regret.
The day will come when I have to speak with Mary. Dante has business dealings with her and out of respect for my brother, I make myself scarce when she comes around. I despise hiding though the interaction with me could prove damaging. My dreams of living a virtuous life as a noble knight like my father before me would not be an easy path.
Someday, Mary, I will right the wrongs I have committed against you. The blame is not entirely your father's.