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Wave after Wave

Unlike all these years, Vincent has spent making a tyrant out of himself for the bitter world of his back then, something changed when He met Her, however. She caught his eye, obviously, for many sinister reasons-- although not all of them were to be considered like that. His intentions were not only caused by pure tacticalism but his cold nearly dead heart has started to melt, it was the feeling of love. He might've said he deluded so many times, making it all up, calling his feelings for the mistress nothing but false. But they both knew. Other than that He has begun to lose himself, change in a way, Vincent started to fear for his own being at that point. So dreadful, He still looks alike, but it was rather hard to accept that he was indeed getting softer. Growing kinder, opening his heart, showing sympathies towards his subjects, this wasn't himself, those two bipolar sides inside were in a clash, soon enough not even he was able to describe who he was, anymore. A torture. Unbelievable but split image of himself, all of the past he has gone thourgh. The curse, the need and lust itself, he needed all of that in order to satisfy himself, eating - yes, all that cattle under his arms he protects, so called servants, subjects, sinful enough to shake off the cold turkey out of his wicked mind. Vincent swore he would never marry a woman, raising a child, it was all imposturous, other than that he would always watch his concubines with hungry eyes of a predator, picking his prey, have a little fun and the down the gutter, feeling superior, females had no luck and no one was brave enough, none caught his eye unlike Yami did. Absurd.

He refused as said before, did not want to see, hear, believe in in the feeling he so wanted to forget and get rid off. But it was there again, all back, stuck in his corrupted, messy mind.

He thought of a betrayal, all he needed was to lure and claim the demon of power for himself and then, as if consuming another godly mana, another orb- he would be finally able to grasp his goals once and for all.

No.. He was enchanted, consumed by a whole different feeling.

Soon enough it was her who glued themselves to another first, bothersome at times, usefull though, and certainly comforting. Having his hair being played with, back rubbing, lovely kissing, touching her..

Whenever their lips connect, Vincent resists the urge to bite in those marzipan sweet lips and eat them up, just how the pulse with all that power, and mad flavour spinning his head, soft and gentle, a matter you want to take a big chunk off and revel in with glee.

And his dark heart would widly jump just being closer to her.

For so many years after being a part of a family he has created, he still is the same inside.

The bitter, complex and scary core of his.

While he might look different, it's only because he's being held away by the chains of responsibilities.

Deep, deep down - far within that solid yet gentle, chaotic and unique shell..

There is still that monster he grew up to be in desperation.

It's just a matter a matter of time, a ticking bomb which has suffocated for eons.

An emperor, a king, a husband, a father.. a friend.

But these few titles are overthrew by many more and worse.

Until this day. He is unsure. Confused at time.

He doesn't recognizes himself at times.

Stuck in a cycle, a loop of hopeless comprehension and understanding.

I can be here for hours..

I can think, but I don't have to. I can sleep, I can dream, I wish I could forget everything but I would never do that, would I?

Wild rose


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