Inimicus watched the soft rainfall outside his window. It had been a long night, UV lights were rigged at every entrance to the house except the windows, that wasnt a problem though the windows were unopenable and he wasnt about to crash through them. Inimicus sighs and lowers his eyes down to the plus carpet beneath him, the only light that was on in the entire house was the soft white lamp on the desk he had been sitting at. A single leather book lies open, its scarlett bookmark is placed on the desk above it beside that are two closed novels "Beyond Good and Evil" a red leather covered, but thin, book and "Kabale und Liebe" a Black leather covered slightly thicker book. Both look like they have been opened recently but Inimicus seems to have been writing in the open book which appeared to be some sort of Diary. He sighs again turning away from the rain outside, well at least than meant he could be upstairs during the day today, he had been spending a lot of time in the dungeons below the house during the daytime with only enough animal blood to sate him during the day. He pulls out the wooden chair and finishes scrawling the last sentence with his fountain pen, its black ink staining into the soft paper of the journal before drying. He closed the novel and set id back on the desk pushing back his chair. He looked around the room...it felt odd to him to be back home, and in his fathers study. Before this area had been off limits to him, heck he was barely allowed on the third floor as it was only a single area of the library had been open to him the rest his father said was for the man of the house. When the murders occured he had just gained the right and had never set foot in this room before going to Elysia. It was well furnished with soft oriental rugs, statues depicting gods, goddesses, and mythical creatures, a fireplace framed by gilded cherubim, and soft blue armchairs, bookcases filled the sections of the room not taken up by a desk and two wall large, tall windows stood on one of the walls, a telescope lying dusty and unused beside them. Inimicus walked out of the study and marched downstairs to the kitchen, smiling at the glow of UV lamps at the front and backdoors. He reached into the fridge taking out his vial of blood for the day, he was only allowing himself one small vial a day to wean himself off of it. Taking it he poured the red liquid into his mouth gulping as its cool taste sates his fangs who ceased their stabbing pains. He sighed as he walked up to the second floor, passing by the bedrooms where the murders took place in so long ago, he still couldnt go in.
" I am a beast...they were murdered in cold blood, and now look what I am doing. I can't be allowed out of this house again, can't be near people I could hurt, heck even if I wanted to I couldnt leave now...those UV lamps are doing their job. It is so lonely though...but perhaps better for most people "
Inimicus walked into his room, the only room he had gone in and looked down at the dark almost black stain on the rug. The last bits of his mortal blood, he had refused to get it taken out of the carpet...it served as a reminder of what he had been. He walked over and sat down on the ornamented four poster bed, lying against the covers staring up at the top of his bed.
" Sometimes I do wish for just a glimpse of someone I know...though I know that will never likely happen, and may likely be good never to happen "
Black Eagle #1 x Candle #2 x Shield #3