The Darkness that always waited within 1

His world ends in darkness—an everlasting and ethereal darkness where nothing is, and nothing can be. The void where only scattered remains rest, the emptiness where the lost and forgotten lie.

All that was lost can never be found, yet it was all here. Like a gentle but cold touch—colder than the kiss of death, yet as gentle as a mother's touch. 'One of the few things that witch has left of good on me.'

Kyrie scoffed at the notion of that damned thing he called a mother caring for anything else but herself.

'So, where am I?' While many would dwell on the existence of life and the philosophical questions left by the great Greek and Renaissance thinkers, he wasn't, and never was that type of person.