Lorcan: The Shadow that Destroyed

His light dimmed

A/N: Clyde was basically a right hand man/butler of sorts.
ORNICIOUS MANOR, Phaethon's PoV
Phaethon, meet father in his chambers." Clyde said flatly. Clyde was so quiet, and so obedient, and so uninteresting, Phae thought that he was completely empty on the inside.
His scars were fresh, and his aftershave had a tiny scent of blood under it. Clyde had to do all the dirty work. Sometimes his quietness ate him up and his decisions were controlled by a darkness that governed his body. Clyde was a mystery to most.
Phae walked through the halls of their large mansion, a sheen covered the floors. The wood right in front of his father's room creaked loudly.
"Son, come in fast, it's not like I have much time le--" Phae's father, Ornicus, coughed violently almost falling off his teak finished chair.
"The assets they are higher than ever. But my health doesn't seem to be at its, optimum." Phae was too scared to look into his eyes, because they would make him look at his suffering.
"Look at me, while you ca--" the coughs were worse when the sun went down.
Phae looked reluctantly. Ornicus' once bright and ambitious eyes, had become yellow and rheumy. After his mother had passed on, drug dealers frequently passed their resplendent halls.
"Father, I don't think I'm the right one. There are more capable and worthy young men out there. I'm just," I sighed.
"You are the only one who isn't spoiled by my riches, you do not intend to waste them. Just learn, my position is enough to influence you eh--" a cough again. He held his chest. His son lurched forward. Phae had lost so much, Losing his father would make the red walls in their halls with all their predecessors, rather maroon.
He held his father as tears welled up in his eyes. Tragedy followed Phaethon.
"I don't have much time." He cleared his heavy throat.
A knot held up in Phae's throat, Phaethon who had every comfort had gone through more than money could fill in his heart.
He hurried out of the room, his feet clicking at the wooden floor. Amara, he was finally going to do it. He quivered at the thought, but he couldn't think of anyone but her.
Even as he thought about her he could feel her brown hair running between his fingers.
He loved her as all things should be loved.
Unconditionally.