The experience of loss, and pain. Something he all knew too well within his life. A beautiful lie. Love. It could burn and lift your spirit, or cast you down into the very darkness itself. Those who are fortunate get one great love in their life. He had that love, that passion. That drive. The Dragon.. Ancient and forged into the passions of fire and desire. His Angel, caught between a war between the Heavens and the Damned. Knowing full well the price of war.. the price of ruling. His destiny, accepting it all too late. The loss of his love, a beautiful woman. Powerful and strong. His beloved wife. Whom he lost a long time ago. Never before had he known such passion, such fire. It was because of his wife he was even here, the thoughts and emotions that came to him after were of a hallowed man. A shell.. A man that was resembled of a rule a long time ago, now was left alone. His family, his daughters and son.. taken by the enemy, murdered in cold blood. He was too late, and in doing so.. fueled the fire of the Dragon to take flight for the first time so he could scorch the Earth with his blind fury. The heat never died down, his fire never turned into the ash that he was born out of. He thrived on the chaos, the duty of being the warrior king. Etched in stone was his destiny to rule the Kingdom he was born to rule. The last of his people, a race proud of blood and honor. With death there was life, and with life there was hope.. but, even hope was a dangerous thing to believe in. Hope damned you, hope cursed you. Hope drove you to madness, and drove you to a being you weren't proud to be in. An entity of evil, creature of darkness. Those were all traits he lived by, thrive on fear and cause blood and carnage. Over the decades and centuries he had formed into the man now. Still a warrior king, and still a creature.. darkness was his tool, but it wasn't for evil anymore. No, he had his moment, he knew the war would still go on. He'd always be hunted.. not only for his blood but his power as a ruler of the Kingdom he was now apart of. It was apart of him as he was very much apart of it. The blood boiled within the King, and a King with once thought of nothing but conquest and blood.. power, money and glory.. as many dragon's lusted after.. was now a King who was a King. Content in letting his Kingdom grow and expand on its own. No longer did he feel the need to conquer it, but he always felt the void that was there in his heart. The space where his wife and family had left him. You can never truly replace the love that has been taken away from you, you can only try and mend the wounds that were already there. Memories never die, they may fade.. Love may fade in your heart, but memories and passion will remain the same. Your fire never burns out, love and passion never go away. Even for a Dragon.. even for a man whose heart's forged out of stone and braised in chaos and fire. He knows that the love he once had can never again be held.. but, he also knows.. that love never leaves, fire never dies, and passion never ends..