damon darkfire; cb [d1] ~ fin

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You were fashioned from greatness.

They sent you to the career center with the seeds of ambition planted in deep within the soils of your soul. It was not fate but the intelligent design if your respective parents that led to you spotting Aegor that day, every bit as good with a sword as you but twice as ruthless and just as brutal. However, perhaps it was fate that led to him becoming the catalyst for the blooming of that ambition and the hardening of your confidence -- you decided he could stay.

Days turned into years and your eyes were opened, you learned to separate your friends from the vultures you would see you and everything you stood for torn down before you. You're blonde, strong and handsome, it became easy to learn to charm your enemies and entertain your friends as they fed into your ego.

Perhaps, that's why at seventeen it came as an even bigger shock when the peacekeepers kicked your manor's door down and dragged all of you out kicking and screaming, raiding the house and finding evidence of treason none of you could understand got there.

When you close your eyes you still hear gunshots. You wouldn't permit any of your siblings to attend the execution so were alone, locking eyes with your mother and father one final time before the pull of a trigger banished them to Seven Hells.

It was only the grace of Aegor's family that saved you from the orphanage and allowed you to continue your career training, to continue living as you had before despite the wildfire that had consumed your family's limitless wealth.

You were fashioned from greatness and you would die before you allowed you name to fade into obscurity.