Cassimir was sitting in front of his large black piano, lightly playing a dark, drifting lullaby when he heard the news. Upon hearing a soft knock at the door, he utters a single word, the voice deep and commanding. Enter. A sallow skinned man in black armour hurries into the room, and whispers hurriedly into the demons ear. Cassimir nods, not missing a note in the complex piece of music. A small smile spreads across his face, his eyes cold. He has a visitor. Continuing to play, rocking with the rise of the musics intensity, he speaks again, finishing his song in a crescendo of notes. Bring her to me. The man nods, turning on his heel, quickly leaving the room. Cassimir runs his sharp nailed fingers along the worn keys, made from human finger bones. He is tempted to continue playing. Ah, but we cannot not be a dishonourable host, now can we? Standing swiftly, he makes his way slowly to the door. Towering over the guard stationed there by at least a foot in height, he continued down the black marble hallway. Pushing open the stone door at the end of the passage, he steps into the great hall. The great tree that grew around his home formed the walls and roof, and he was indeed proud. Why it was he himself that sang it into life. Why should he not be? Sitting down upon his chair, roughly carved from obsidian, he awaits the man with patience. And patience, he thinks with a smile, is something he has in great abundance. DeAnna Lynn Beams
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 04:44:49 +0000