Interlude

 

Waxing moon hung high in the dark night sky. Thin white mist floats in the still air, forming a makeshift veil.

The moonlight pierces through the cloud passing overhead to illuminate the ground below. There stood a broken structure; what remains of an old church. Tall blades of grasses growing out from the cracks in the floor lightly sways along with the passing night breeze. Its walls overrun by ivy, covering any signs of damage left there over time.

 

It's quiet, almost a strange feeling. As if the beasts living in the surrounding woods are keeping themselves low in hiding.

 

Behind the translucent white veil, there's a man sitting by himself in silence seemingly deep in his own thoughts. Broken benches adorned by white moonflowers in full bloom making a stark contrast to the man's deep red coat. Stray ray of light reflects off of his platinum blond hair giving it an illusion of a halo.

 

"It's unusual to see you in a place like this. Are you praying?"

Golden eyes flick towards the source of the voice. It came from a man perched atop the altar.

"Praying? Me? What use do I have for it?"

The man shrugs in return, "Who knows. Maybe you've gone mad after a century of living out here."

"You spoke as if you still retain your own sanity." A wide crazed smile caught the corner of his eyes. "Simply on a whim. All of a sudden, age-old memories came up. What can I do?"

"Nostalgia eh? I don't really recall much of those times. And it just gets even murkier after that."

"What about you? You seem to be slowing down lately."

"Ah, that." A pause, "Got caught up with something, that's all."

"A new fixation, then."

"Heh. A real rare one too. Of all the thing in the world, it's a human."

"Oh? An aberrant like you? That is certainly something. Looks to me you're the one who has truly gone mad" An emotion akin to mirth bubbling up from deep inside.

"I just find humans unpalatable."

"But not this one?"

"His blood works like drugs. It gives you this strange kind of high and by the time you realise it you're already hooked."

 

Addiction effect. And of all kind of humans, he just had to get stuck with the 'blessed ones'.

 

"You know what he is, don't you?" Pale yellow locked onto his gold ones. The man's head tilt sideway, one eyebrow rising.

"You ought to use your head more next time."

"Careful there, you don't want to tick me off. And I could care less about that. Where's the thrill in knowing your enemy." The man drops off the altar, lightly dusting himself afterward. Silver hair glowed under the moonlight. The man turned to face him properly. "Unless if you feel like sticking your neck out instead. I certainly don't mind sucking you dry."

He eyed his somewhat companion with half-lidded eyes. "Spare me your perverted ways, Lust. Nothing well would come out of that. Not for me, neither for you."

"Tch, that's why you're boring, Avarice. Break out once in a while, rules don’t apply to us."

In a blink the man disappeared from sight, dissolved into the darkness.

 

Break out? Well one could say he's trying. He's simply taking his time with it, no need to rush around. He likes having things roll his way perfectly.

 

He looks ahead, towards the cracked stained-glass window depicting a golden humanoid figure.

 

 

"Shall we get going now?"