| A cold night. Though it was in an unfamiliar place, it was a cold night, and it was his favorite kind. Despite the fact that only the wind chilled this grassy landscape, it was still a welcome and friendly breeze to the man that sat silently there. He was an old looking fellow, with a heavy frown on his face. He had wandered from his home into this grassland, and now wondered the reason of his coming. Perhaps it was for some devious purpose of destruction, which he pondered the exact kind, or maybe to simply stay here as a stage on his journey to the salvation of humanity. If only he knew that his attempts to be an almighty justice in kindness were nothing more than attempts to be a harbinger of death to the world. But, Erasmus didn't know, and he was doomed to this perspective through his entirity in existence.
There was almost no sign of life here. He sensed not a single drop of intelligence, nor did he feel any of the despicable joy that a human soul harbors. But that was the trick. The only soul around, as Erasmus would discover, was devoid of that joy in his soul, and he was near, whoever he was. Erasmus sighed heavily at the thought, but knowing that there was life here meant that he needed to destroy it to be one step closer on his journey. So that was his resolution.
He creapt closer to this flicker of life that he sensed, and caught a glimpse of a tall human's form. He materialized a sword and stepped closser. |