"... I think... What makes it harder is... If it were anyone else. If it were anyone else, it would not have been quite so hard. But that it was Miquella - Kind, compassionate Miquella - who did that..."

Mohg sighed, running his hand along the top of his head, reaching back and trailing his fingers through the locks of red hair that grew between horns.

"I was a fool... Bewitched though I was, there was still some small hope within my heart. I know it was mine, for why else is the pain as great as it is? I had hoped that I was not exempt from his compassion, bloodied as my hands were... Such a fool I was."

"... You promised...

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... You promised me... That you would make the world a gentler place...

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... Miquella...

... Why do you abandon me...?"

"Gentler worlds are built upon the corpses of the undesirables... Remember that."

He wondered what it was like...

The Lord of Blood ran his hand over the flat of his head, feeling the many creases from his horns.

Slowly his hand trailed down the right side of his face, tracing brow and cheekbone. Further down to his chin, and to the twisting cluster of horns.

What was it like to have hair...

Of all the things to be mulling over. There were far more important matters, but the Lord of Blood found himself musing over his own image.

He wondered what it was like to have hair...

Would it be soft? Would it be coarse? Would it be straight, or curly? Would he, too, have that same silvery color that Morgott had? Would he take after the Queen Marika and bear a head of gold -- mother forbid such a notion!

His hand moved now, carefully tracing over the rows of teeth and fangs... Moving up now to pinch the bridge of his nose... Running his fingers over the horn burried in his left eye.

What would he look like without all of that? What if he were to have taken after Morgott? What if he were... Human?

Fie, what an awful thought...!

Man, there's so many blogs out there that are mutuals only -- which, no shade! It's your blog. It just kinda... How to put it?

As someone who wants to branch out and interact with new peeps, it's kinda like breaking a bridge and leaving me to sort of try and find my own way around? I dunno.

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"... Dearest Miquella... I must take my leave of you..."

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"... Have no fear. I shall return in due time. To be at your side once more... But I must recover my strength... Patience... Patience... For I only have so much of my blood to give..."

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"... Rest... Rest... My beloved... Soon... Very... Soon... The Mother of Truth will bless us with blood."

The Lord of Blood took the cold, withered hand into his own, trailing his tongue along the knuckles in a show of affection. Turning the hand and exposing the palm, Mohg nuzzled into the hand, purring as he manipulated the fingers, as if mimicking a feline seeking affection.

Bidding his slumbering Empyrean a gentle kiss, the Lord of Blood took his leave. Formless. Unseen. Traversing the bloody mire below the ruined palace, the birthplace of the coming dynasty.

He emerged from the red bogs, and took rest before a lone sapling of gold.

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