Darkness Falls, Light Rises

Ghislain had spent a long time in Alaska avoiding his people. Just avoiding everyone and everything. He didn't go meet Cyrus or go near the Vandenreich. He was no longer welcome among his people. That was the sense he gained after what Sofia did. She sided with demons including the one he captured. His eyes were sore and his once prideful nature had been relegated to dirt.

A beard of white had grown on his face and his hair was long and shaggy. He'd not taken care of grooming and traveled aimlessly. The weight of the responsibility that fell to him. It was a crushing thing, the one he tried to guide ended up no better. She'd become what he feared she would in the end.

She was a Yhwach with breast and that seemed evident. Ghislain had gone to the city of Vastime. To reminisce about the old days when it made sense. Where did he fit into this puzzle what was he still alive for? So many questions spun around his brain like shooting stars. Ghislain didn't drink before but had started. The previously clean-cut man looked older and grayer. His eyes held a weariness to them that came with it.

He stood in the middle of the last he and Hayden once fought. When Hayden showed him the power of a King. That was what Ghislain learned that day, but also that he didn't have it. He did not have what so many did before him.

Was it an ego, that drove them to the throne? What was it that made men become Kings and women Queens? What did he miss, was it something you couldn't analyze with numbers and figures? Ghislain's emotions and self had been damaged since that day. He could still smell burnt flesh and feel the deaths.

Ever since that moment it all seemed so far removed from the world. Why'd he survived it, if he was only meant to be some observer standing and watching? Could he not help without creating another Sofia. another Yhwach? These powers seemed more like a burden.

Born but unable to do anything remotely close to what he once envisioned. His eyes looked to the stars, before glancing down at the locket. His wife gave him strength once upon a time.

But now it was only a small comfort, that someday he'd reunite with Elizabeth.