chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Love

There was no pain in the world that was worse than losing the only person you loved. Love was a feeling the son of Death never thought he could experience someday. Born from a loveless union, raised by the harpies in the outer skirt of the End Realm, where monsters thrived, Tenebrae was devoid of love. He didn't need it, didn't understand it. He just was. and the prince of the afterlife was like one could imagine: Cold and cruel. He thrived on the terror and pain he inflicted on the souls of the damned, he slew monsters one after the other until he grew bored of it. He was aware that nobody in the whole End realm felt anything but fear when it came to him. It was to be expected, after all, he was worse than Death, he was the void incarnate.

But he met Lux and she turned his world upside down. She loved him and that love was powerful because, for the first time in his very existence, Tenebrae felt whole. She filled the void in his heart, gave him a new purpose and more importantly, she made him less angry. He was happy and genuinely so. She was the only being in the whole universe to have seen his true form and not have fled from him. She was the only one to soften him when he was angry and made him realize that he was more than just the son of Death. She gave him a purpose and a meaning to his existence. And it was taken away from him. It made his heart bleed and he had not found yet a way to make it stop.

Love was this very fleeting thing, one minute it was there and the next it was gone. One minute it built you up and the next it crushed you down. Tenebrae was devastated. Never before the prince had felt this lost. He didn't know what to do to help her regain her memory and he was afraid that she would not love him again if she were to start over with him. It was painful to look at her, knowing she was this close and yet too far away, unreachable. The only comfort the prince had, was that Lux would eventually remember him because her condition was just an enchantment of her mother, to allow the princess to fully recover before she could return on the battlefield. The only comfort the prince had, was that maybe, her love would come back and along with it, he would return to being whole.