Ode the King

A swirling black vortex of twisting energy formed. The telltale signs of a Garganta, as a man's foot, emerged through followed by the rest of him. This place was empty, abandoned for the new HQ of Lux Orior. His frame appeared as black eyes with radioactive yellow iris.

The eyes looked around recognizing familiar features of what once had been home. He saw what used to be the room of the being he was. His frame slowly moved into the room. Hesitating for a moment as he felt a familiar connection to it. But it was then and not now, his eyes looked around the room.

It was well built and the paperwork on the desk laid scattered. They were meaningless little scraps of information. Sector One duties that came with the task. Jaeden's eyes shifted to the bed unkept. Left mostly abandoned as he didn't sleep much.

They did now, they slept well exceptionally well. His eyes looked away as he walked away from his room. Going to the cleaner room of Colin Washi, his leader for a while. Colin and he never did see completely eye to eye.

Jaeden leaned on the wall not entering as he could feel the presence inside him. His will burned bright like a star igniting around him and the air. He gave off a pressure now, one he wasn't sure how to burn. Jaeden turned on his heel leaving behind the room of Washi.

His strides slowed to a stop as he came to Zin Yuudeshi's room. The Vizard King, the man who's will ignite and burn like a son. Jaeden chose to take that path as well. To follow his teacher's way, if Zin was a King, Jaeden was a knight. He was a little more devoted than most to Zin's way. But Jaeden's newfound insides and emotions were different.

He didn't seek the Crown of Vizard King, no that title belonged to Zin Yuudeshi. His hand reached out as he looked down at it now. "Are we scared, we've no reason to be. Come on Vait, let's see what lays beyond the door." His digits turned that doorknob with a long twist before pushing.

Jaeden walked into the room of Zin Yuudeshi, it was beyond his or Colins. It was a place where he could still feel that presence. Jaeden's eyes closed as a tear trickled down his cheek. How he missed those days of serving his King if only he could tell him. I heard you, I understand what you were trying to say.

Jaeden walked into the room wiping the tear from his eye. Finding a seat among books and other things, he decided he would stay here. He couldn't get stronger here, but he could learn. Learn the history of his King, see the man who carried the flame of the Vizard species.

Jaeden would carry on that spirit and flame, he would do what he could. As a Hollow Knight, he wasn't fit to be a King. They hadn't mastered themselves not even remotely. Jaeden's eyes looked down as they began to read.

To learn and realize the pain and story of Zin Yuudeshi. His bond with his hollow and the ever igniting flame that was his will. Jaeden felt inspired and felt his will burn bright. He wished to carry that legacy onward to the future. To see his Kings paperwork, though not much it did help.

To see the legacy that came before this time brought to the future. He couldn't be Zin Yuudeshi, not in a million years. Nor would he try as he inhaled feeling it. The matched breathing of his partner inside him. Furthering his breathing as they read the book together.

This was a fusion of two beings that wished to dive further. Jaeden would be the knight who bore his King's standard forward. He felt the united front he and his hollow presented as a smile crept on their lips at the same time.

This feeling of the union had been a reality since Minatumi Harbor. His digits turned each page delicately, handling the book as though a bible. It's contents beyond precious, they gave insight into a man. Someone who was shrouded in a mystery for Jaeden.

He served without question when he was within the Vizard Corps. Colin and he acted as the vanguard of the Vizard Corps. They fought numerous battles, against the Monsuta but after Australia. It came to a close as Zin accomplished his goal.

The words on each page felt like his teacher put a hand on his back pushing him. Pushing him forward again with a gentle shrug. Telling him that he'd learn nothing but sitting here.

Jaeden felt childish wanting to protest and stay in this place. To not leave this piece behind. But both of them realized something important. Slowly getting to his feet he closed the book. Reading for hours and sitting in a reminder of Zin's aura. Jaeden wondered if he could dive deeper, into the connection.

How much further could he go, Zin indicated that his connection was well beyond Jaeden's. So another stage laid beyond this one, another form of connection. What went beyond being one and united? Something to think about and consider as he slipped the paperwork into his bag.

It was a book that would give him the power to fight, it held the will of Zin Yuudeshi in it. If only as fragments on a page, nothing compared to the original. But it was enough for a knight, to carry his King's words.

Even if it was only as his mantra, Jaeden would carry them forward. His body could break a thousand times and he wouldn't fold on his King's beliefs. Colin may have forgotten his role as a knight of Zin's court. But Jaeden didn't, he never would leave that part go.

His soul burned bright like a star after reading Zin's book, it had the desired effect.