A sojourn.

Vash watched the area from the tip of the Obelisk, most of the land seemed to be seen to the eyes of this being, this man. His eyes were very sharp, he could make out all details that came. Up here many would find it cold and windy, the clouds themselves never far away. His eyes closed and his heart set heavy, as a smile crossed his lips. Despite it all, he smiled as he looked over the land, at the gemstone he had shaped at one time from a patch of green once forgotten in the annals of time. His devil side hungered for more, hungered for the order that was embedded in them. But the Evrosthian, it hungered aswell, for freedom everlasting. Free of the plagues, fighting, ignorance of sluts and assholes. To strangle the demons of old, and piss on their graves. Iced blues peirced those beings that worked hand in hand as it were. To slice diversity and old ties of hatred, and forge a new world. His rule was once absolute, as he shifted reality like a puppeteer the strings of its puppet.

But no more, no, it was left to be tended by other hands, their own. True he sat in power, and ruled them, but their hearts were the lead, their health theirs to keep. His family would rule, and it was as it always was, except him, he was a shadow. Vashs' attire shook around him, the wind guiding it to ripple like the banner on the palace dome. He watched it, and sighed. " Time to seek the flame."

How the time flies when the outlet of imagination becomes entangled into the web of life. Where dreams fill the mind as rest heals the wounds. Where will the world find their next inspiration, when a muse dies? Drifting clouds fill the horizon, soft white meeting the black walls of destiny upon the borders. A world shifting upon its axis. Far into the depths of the multiverse he si thrown, shifting his entire self into Zyelrian space. There into his home, the world that logged his Birth, and its own death. Reborn, into paradise, where he would seek tranquility, peace, a peice of ass.