–Forevermore….
My powers weakened after my duel with my demon “friend,” and I assume it to be a limited weakness passed on from my dearly deceased. What with nothing but time to spare, I retreat to Neverdeath, losing myself in the anonymity of the dead.
No fallen tomb did I find to reside within in order to regrow my strength. Instead, a nameless keep lost and forgotten in the ageless clutter of mausoleums, tombs, chateaus, and manses dedicated to the deceased.
Forevermore is what I call it, and upon first striding into the place, I sensed the energetic remains of the dead: ghosts. They sensed me too, but did not intercede. They shrank to their closets, attics, basements galore. And instead of a tomb, I found a back room in the shadows and the dust, a room once built for a princess upon her death.
Nothing but her tiara remains now on her side of the four-poster bed.
I shrug under the velvet covers and find the warmth to my liking. My followers need not know where I reside now. Forevermore is mine now, yet I refuse to meddle too far into its recesses.
In sleep there is re-creation.
