; glory and gore [1]

T H I R T Y - F I V E ; MOON

_______How can anyone ask for more ?

fifth month of reign ;

Looking at him was like looking at a plain and bland canvas awaiting to become the most touching work of art the World has ever seen.

Deep down everyone knew he had the potential buried deep within himself, behind his tired and apathetic eyes, to spark the smallest light of hope guiding him out of the darkness.

Except just like a paint he couldn't reach his true pinnacle without a little help, without the two hands forcing two irregular rocks together in order to ignite the path to the exit.

He has unconsciously been cursed and trapped deep into the shadows, swallowing any sign of possible salvation for his devious soul.

Rollins' life has constantly been sucked out of his damaged entity since the instant he offered himself wholly to the Devil, signing a deceptive and shady contract merging a part of his heart to the company he'd have to work for.

Vince lured him inside of his cave, seducing him with big promises and overwhelming charisma, using his own dreams against him.

And like so many before him he gave in to the temptation, wrongly convinced that every step he'd take forward would ultimately offer him what he's always craved : recognition and respect.

Ironically enough Seth didn't hesitate an instant to stab countless knives in the back of his lost companions, inflicting them an eternal pain that no pills nor illusion would be able to erase, to reach to something only these persons may give him.

Therefore he now finds himself wandering in the corridors of the Devil's playground, each employee eventually turned into pawn and emprisoned inside of a cage without perceivable bars.

The Iowa native tries his best to stay alert, searching for the sole light he can still barely distinguish behind the red fog. Although the latter is far from being anything close to lay her hypnotic stare on his depraved self, he can't help but chase her radiance.

He was wrong when he said that she'd bring out the good in him - truth is any ounce of kindness and pureness got suppressed a while ago.

Instead, Sasha manages to make the impossible : she transforms in an artist who paints, who creates the good within his plain and dull anatomy.

Any opportunity he'd encounter to spot her ravishing silhouette it's like fire was running through his veins, slowly but surely reviving the remains of his heart and putting colors to the side of his wan face.

As he stumbles slightly, getting his balance back thanks to the nearest crate catching him up in his fall, the brutal reeducation's sessions remind him of what lenghts he's ready to go only to protect her.

While Rollins lifts his chin up, anxiously looking right and left to assure nobody had the right timing to admire one of his major weaknesses, he accidentally makes eye contact with her.