He lives in two lives, none of which is a lie. He is intertwined in fate's pleasure in seeing mere mortals' hopes perish with indignity. In one he is the wonder, the pride of his kind, suffering the turmoils of the real world, fighting against the future preset for him, written in the blood of his lineage. In the other he battles inner demons within the inner circle, infected through sins of man which threaten the lives of the ones he love the most. Truth and lies both mute and stab his already broken heart. He runs through both these lives with constant aNiMosiTy, praying for a miracle that can break its cycle. No escape. No safe haven. No justice. Just periods in limbo, away from his reponsibilities, in the curious rarity that they come along, can provide him peace. Cutting his veins, he pleads for a saviour only to be answered by a claustrophobic silence. He wonders, maybe what he searches for lies only in the darkness beyond. Maybe.