Oldman- you're not wecome here { Lucifer x Raven Blackmore }
May 17, 2014 7:46:36 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on May 17, 2014 7:46:36 GMT -5
LUCIFERBLACKMORE
It had been years since I had seen them, any of them. At the reapings I had watched countless other children be reaped and sent of in the search of glory- but never had I seen one of my own. Something told me to be happy, to be happy that my own blood wasn't being sent off to die. But I didn't feel happy, I felt almost disappointed. My kind purged this district, they were monsters, a spices that needed to exterminated…. But there was so many of them now, and I was sure that they grew stronger everyday. My own blood growing into monsters who took pleasure in activities that should make them feel sick, which should make them have nightmares, not dreams worth remembering- fantasies.
Now my feet carried my down a path that seemed familiar but yet so odd. How long had it been since I had walked down this street? Leading to the place where I had grown up, to the place that held my childhood memories? For years I had been tempted to go and have a look, but I haled back, not wanting to go near the place where my children slept. I knew that they would not recognise me, I knew that they would not know who I was and I was scared to tell them who I was. I had no idea how they would react to me- or how Elizabeth would. I had no idea if Elizabeth was alive, or if she was safe, or if she was still losing her sanity and deep down it hurt, because I still loved her. I wanted to know how she was doing, I wanted to see her smile, that smile that had made me melt. I wanted her to say my name, to call me by the name that I had only ever allowed her to call me by. But I knew that I couldn't let that happen, tonight my mission was just to have a quick peak and disappear almost as if I hadn't of gone there in the first place.
By now I was only a few streets away from the house which would tower over the rest, a house that would symbolise wealth power and influence, a house that was truly mine. Sometimes I wander what life would have been like if I hadn't of left- could I have changed my children? Re mould them so they weren't the monsters that my wife had carved them to be? I remember the way she encouraged them to do things that would be deemed inappropriate, deemed sick and repulsive. I sometimes wondered what was running through her mind at times like those, but then I also knew that at those times that she was losing her mind. What if she had not meant to make them turn out the way they did? What if that was the insanity talking and not the woman that I had learned to love? I guess I would never know.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I take a moment to look around. I was standing in front of a huge gait, an iron one, that towered above me, staring down at me with hard cold eyesso much like Aragorns had been last time I saw him. As I took in the historical architecture, memories begun to flow through me, memories that warmed my heart and made me smile. I had been one of four children, the youngest. My brothers had often picked on me, but i knew that they had only been taking the piss out of me, they really did love me deep down. We had been a close family, one that was respected in the eyes of the district. Was the Blackmore name still a respected name these days?
I wasn't quite sure, and to be totally honest I didn't know whether I wanted to know if the name was disgraced or not. I didn't need to know. I wanted to keep the good memoirs I have of my name.
Hesitantly, I creep a little closer to the gait and press my face up against the cool iron, my eyes trying to see into the house which had many floors and too many rooms to count. I wanted to get a closer look, I wanted to see more. I look around me to make sure no one is looking, I will only be in there for a few minutes, I reassure myself before I begin my challenging climb over the large gait which was the barrier between me and unearthing many forgotten memories.