Last night... they fumbled. Stumbled,
failed, ending in her disappointed hope.

'Why do you not lust me?' She asked him
but his sorrow was too much to bear
and he slowly faded away, leaving
her cold and empty.

He is doomed. He bears the shackles
of indifference on one hand. Love on the
other. They cause a hesitation so strong...
no arrogance cam ever overcome it.

So he falls to his knees and screams in
anguish. 'Help me Cre'Atus!' But wind only
answers with a breeze and the occasional
furore.

He hears her calling his name from another
world. His saddened sigh is enough to lay waste
to entire countries,  but he goes, a little
slowly. A little hesitantly. Hoping she
will still exist when he gets there.