First Person: (The strikingly beautiful face of a teenage boy appears on the feed. His expression is strained - almost pained. He has strange eyes - a mixture of green and gold - and they are quite expressive. This is a boy who can't hide behind a mask for long.)
Is this what all humans dream about when they are on the verge of death? A train ride and a ruby city? Heaven has long since closed its gates to me, but this place doesn't even qualify as a proper Hell.
Shall I introduce myself, then? (He looks behind him, almost as if he expects to see someone in his wake. But there is no one.) I am - or, rather, was - the Earl of the Hargreaves family. My name is Cain.
("A good name." Alexis's words will stay with him always.)
Since I cannot board the train again, I fear I will need a place of lodging. I am not carrying much in the way of funds on my person. I did not expect my journey to be so...ordinary.
And I suppose it is a lost cause to ask if one named Riff or Riffael has arrived prior to me? (He wonders if Riff was able to go to Heaven.) He is...
(My servant, my friend...)
Important to me.
Third Person: His last thoughts were peaceful. Riff's arms - what was left of them - were wrapped around him as the rubble rained down upon them. There was a sharp impact on his skull - likely fracturing it - and Cain knew no more. When he awoke, he was on a train and there was no sign of his one true companion.
"Riff?" he sat up straighter and looked down the aisle, wondering if his servant was getting them something to eat or drink. Were such things necessary in Hell?
Rising up and grabbing the back of the seat, the young Earl searched one compartment...then another...and then another. There was no sign of Riff.
We did not travel together? A sinking feeling of dread filled him and he sat down heavily. He went elsewhere. Of course he did. It made sense in a way. His servant had been reborn; he had become a good man. Good men didn't go to Hell - they went to Heaven.
A single tear rolled down his cheek and Cain wiped it away in aggravation. These things were out of their hands. He should be happy for Riff.
He should be. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him. What would he have to face alone?
Earl Cain Hargreaves | Godchild | Reserved
Is this what all humans dream about when they are on the verge of death? A train ride and a ruby city? Heaven has long since closed its gates to me, but this place doesn't even qualify as a proper Hell.
Shall I introduce myself, then? (He looks behind him, almost as if he expects to see someone in his wake. But there is no one.) I am - or, rather, was - the Earl of the Hargreaves family. My name is Cain.
("A good name." Alexis's words will stay with him always.)
Since I cannot board the train again, I fear I will need a place of lodging. I am not carrying much in the way of funds on my person. I did not expect my journey to be so...ordinary.
And I suppose it is a lost cause to ask if one named Riff or Riffael has arrived prior to me? (He wonders if Riff was able to go to Heaven.) He is...
(My servant, my friend...)
Important to me.
Third Person: His last thoughts were peaceful. Riff's arms - what was left of them - were wrapped around him as the rubble rained down upon them. There was a sharp impact on his skull - likely fracturing it - and Cain knew no more. When he awoke, he was on a train and there was no sign of his one true companion.
"Riff?" he sat up straighter and looked down the aisle, wondering if his servant was getting them something to eat or drink. Were such things necessary in Hell?
Rising up and grabbing the back of the seat, the young Earl searched one compartment...then another...and then another. There was no sign of Riff.
We did not travel together? A sinking feeling of dread filled him and he sat down heavily. He went elsewhere. Of course he did. It made sense in a way. His servant had been reborn; he had become a good man. Good men didn't go to Hell - they went to Heaven.
A single tear rolled down his cheek and Cain wiped it away in aggravation. These things were out of their hands. He should be happy for Riff.
He should be. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him. What would he have to face alone?