04-22-2016, 04:25 PM
He sat there for a moment, quietly breathing and sniffling to himself. It hadn't been since that very beginning of that infinite hell of a Prison called a Video Game that Zelrius cried that of his own volition. Actually, that wasn't true, the night Sweet little Erin left him alone in that Inn room the golden haired boy had finally gotten the Ego check he needed. However, it may have been a bit much, since that exact moment is what made Zelrius realize he was truly alone in that world, and there was nothing he could do about it. Now he found himself alone once again, crying like a pansy ass to himself over once again being used as nothing more than an entertainment piece.
At this point, Zelrius felt more vengeful than sadness. Telling himself things to the sort that he would find a way to destroy this God 'Omni', and most of all, finding a way to finally end his own miserable existence. His crying slowly stopped, his face shifting into cold collectedness. Within a few moments, his expression shifted from the lines of sadness to the furrows and creases that signified thought. The God had spoken about this almost all powerful substance 'Omnillium'.
Midway through this thought a voice called out and his first instinct was to retract or maybe even attack, but decided there was no point in that, he needed tools at this point in time. Zelrius rubbed his eyes with his gloved hands, standing up from leaning against the fountain and giving a quick flare of his cloak and dust off of his tuxedo. "Clean slate. I'd rather still be King of Aincrad," He attempted to joke with the woman talking to him.
At this point, Zelrius felt more vengeful than sadness. Telling himself things to the sort that he would find a way to destroy this God 'Omni', and most of all, finding a way to finally end his own miserable existence. His crying slowly stopped, his face shifting into cold collectedness. Within a few moments, his expression shifted from the lines of sadness to the furrows and creases that signified thought. The God had spoken about this almost all powerful substance 'Omnillium'.
Midway through this thought a voice called out and his first instinct was to retract or maybe even attack, but decided there was no point in that, he needed tools at this point in time. Zelrius rubbed his eyes with his gloved hands, standing up from leaning against the fountain and giving a quick flare of his cloak and dust off of his tuxedo. "Clean slate. I'd rather still be King of Aincrad," He attempted to joke with the woman talking to him.