Dark Heart

  Roelir ...1579 HC

 ...the time of anticipation has come to an end. The tall dark haired man has waited what it seemed more than a life time to feel the morning breeze the northern Sea of Storms rush through his cheeks. The small droplets of sea water traveled from hundreds of yards away to overcome him with the sensation of freedom that flew over with them. He could feel the flesh covering his dark sould and the warmth of the blood tingle in his veins,  the freshness of the air filled his brimstone and ash covered lungs and after that long deep breath he rose his head to meet the open blue sky.  

   Freedom, surely was the first thought that crossed his mind, an eternity of bondage was not enough to break his spirit, not the spirit of this man who came so close to become that much, no vassal to a king nor a petty ruler of another petty mortal realm, but a real Duke of of the Seven Hells. 

 

    The thoughts crossed his mind with remorse but that feeling was so long ago forgotten.
"Your wish is granted master, you will keep this mortal shell for 2618 days, your fleeting from Avernus will be hidden from the eyes of the Geryon, but to what avail master?"
"7 years, 7 weeks and 7 days" that thought crossed his mind and the irony of that made his lips curl in a sinister smile, "Haelyn's will, I will find what I am looking for and with that I will show the eight that I deserve more than meets the eye" , the thought of  Deaththirst crossed his mind and he knew he had to reclaim the sword of Azrai, he knew if he wanted a chance to challenge one of the Dukes he had to have the ancient evil artifact in his hand and with that he would once again conquer. "Haelyn has long ago forsaken you Edrand, long before you burned his temple and surely long after you tried to kill his son, what makes you think that now he will stand at your side?" the crackling sinister laughter of the demon echoed in his head like the crouching that thousands of tiny little insects make when they crawl on solid stone. Edrand turned his head to face the abominal demon and despite his human heart he felt no fear no remorse and surely he was not going to tremble at the sight of monstrosity he was now facing. "When I take the place I deserve I will make sure your laughter will not be heard again, fiend" the laughter echoed again in his mind and again he thought the irony of his words. I chose to bear it once, and I will smite down all that stands in my way", and with that what remained in the shell of Edrand Roos the Bleak , Count of Arundel , Duke of Talinie, took his first step back to the world of men in order to make the sound of his name bring terror to the heart of men.