Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ After Thought ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Prolouge

The reddness of the liquid spilled slightly over the rim of the crystal wine glass. It's smooth texture
dripped slowly down the object that held the reddness together. The red trial of wine finally ended as it met its fate
at the end of the glass and dripped of the edge, landing on the bare pale skin of it's holder. Its odd to think that the
wine wouldn't exist in one place if it wasn't for the glass, and the glass wouldn't be holding the liquid if it wasn't
for it's master. It's god.

With a small laugh the young man placed the glass down on the dark wooden table. Watching as the
spinning liquid inside the glass slowly came to a stop and stood still. As still as death. With a small smirk, the
young man once again picked up the glass, but this time took the rim of the crystal to his lips and sipped at the
red smoothness of the wine. With a statisfied sigh, he once again placed the crytal wine glass back down on the
table in front of him.

It had seemed like ages since he had been alone. Alone from his loyal soilders, away from his
commanders and specially away from that annoying dragon. Most of the time he would enjoy the company of
others, after all he has had that undying fear of being alone. But lately he would sit in his chambers wishing
everyone and everything would just leave him alone. He didn't want to hear or see the happiness of the world, he
didn't want to see the glee of others and noise of laughter. Not the phycotic laughter he possesed, but the laughter
of someone actually enjoying themselve in normal activities. He specially didn't want to see or hear that word
called love.

"Stupid idiots..." He mumbled under his breath as he took another sip of his dark red wine. Spring
time was the time of love they say, that everyone finds someone to love and holds them tightly during the night.
His own Dragon Slayers had came up to him asking if they could take some time off to visit their families...and
loved ones. He sneered at that thought. How dare they, how dare they rub that into my face...they should know
soilders do not love...

With an angry shout, he tossed his wine glass away from him and watched as it shattered into millions
of pieces from the impact of the stone wall. He glared at the red liguid dripping off the ancient stones, and his
anger calmed down a tad. He wasn't ment for loving or careing about other people. He was built for fighting, he
longed for blood. To hear his victims scream as their world was involped in flames. He lived for the destruction of
the world, to watch it burn at his own hands. His expression changed, almost softened. "Then why do I feel so
empty...?" He asked to no one.
Lowering his head to look down at the blackness of his pants, he sighed. He knew he would never be
able to feel those feelings that the people around him felt. Even Folken-sama had felt those feelings...but it was
different love then what he longed for. He wanted someone to care for him as much as he would care for them. A
bitter laugh escaped his lips as he slumped more in his chair. Not caring who would walk in at the moment, he
removed his shirt and stood up. He didn't need love. He didn't need those feelings of happiness. All he needed was
the lust of battle, the blood on his hands...and the fire. The fire was his only true love, and thats all he cared about.

With one of his crazy smiles on his face, Dilandau opened the large double doors to his balcony and let
the cold fresh air meet his bare skin. He looked over the dark landscape of Geae and smiled, knowing that he was
it's God. People would never understand him, and they didn't have to. For he knew what he had to do and he would
go to any length to do it. Spreading out his arms out wide, and closing his dark garnet eyes he smiled, letting the
cold wind whip through his silver hair and cool his body. "Who needs love when I have everything else..." He
muttered under his breath as the wind blew gently around him.