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Götterdämmerung [OPEN; GERMANY]
Sun Jan 07, 2018 7:46 pm
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Artist: YONAO KEISHI - Song: L∴D∴O
It was like a new star's birth when he entered this world. The bright shimmering sphere above the ruins of some old castle broke through the hazy overcast. The stones shone too, welcoming a guest of absolute kingship. They had been polished by no one's hands yet they glimmered like they were freshly lain. It was only natural, even for something that was more born of this world than the being that walked down ephermeral golden steps. Five steps before and five steps after were all that existed of the Golden Beast's staircase. It was the source of the unnatural light, not the man—if he were so deigned to be called one—whose footfalls guided its future direction. It was not the most populated area now. Countless battles and infrastructure changes had seen to that. Whether by bullet or simple inconvenience, this town was in the process of dying. Although the style had changed due to new building materials and styles, it was still the same place He remembered. Even the grass, though damp with new morning dew, remained how He pictured it. There was less of it, but that was to be expected. After all, humans changed the way they viewed nature with such frequency that it was as if they were merely turning a radio dial. Johan touched one of the stone pillars. His glove came away damp and somewhat stained with greenish-grey muck.
Johan's smile turned wistful—remembering only brief contact with the very pillar when it was in much better shape all those years ago. "Ah, how wondrous it that although the facades of the world have changed, their inner beauties and decrepitude remain steadfast." Johan's voice swept across the hushed town. Curious and worried adults left their homes to see three men in a strange uniform standing near the ruins of a castle whose name was long-forgotten. All three were taller than a normal man. One stood solemn, his face hidden by the shadow of a hat save for his bestubbled chin. One stood quiet, but he observed every person with eyes that seemed too large for his head. Perhaps it was that they were too big or maybe it was that there was not enough fat on his sunken cheeks so they merely popped out as the largest thing there.
It was the man in the middle, Johan von Volkhardt, that took the most attention. That was how He was meant to be. His bodyguards were more of a formality than anything else. Johan had no need for them in the short term. Bodyguards were expendable, and He did not want anyone expendable. Every single Sugiuran life was too precious for Him to waste on "protection." As the eyes began to move towards Johan, many started to shy away. Even though he was looking away—admiring the pillar he stood beside—it was as if he was looking right into their eyes from only a few inches away. And so the King of the West stood, admiring the pillar until someone would dare try to speak to him.