Lover of Carpets and Scotland.
Shard remained calmed with a slightly worried face until Seiva mentioned his daughter. At that moment his eyes went wide, and lost all light within them. "Pardon me for a moment." he said politely as his usual tone was to customers, using a slightly sharpened finger nail, he cut the inside of his right palm. Blood seeping out at a fast rate and forming a spike. Just as the spike finished, his eyes gained a dangerous life and his left hand shot forward to Seiva, before it could reach even halfway he stabbed the spike into the hand impaling it stuck to a dresser next to them. "Do you think I don't know that. Do you think I thought everything was going to be FUCKING PERFECT during that moment. I thought every second that she was in this god forsaken cafe of ways for me to get Ruru out of this safe. You yourself know the number of angels I killed. It's right there on my Satan damn file that you have in your cabinets of pawns to use. This pawn did his job. They said kill angels, I ripped out my own fucking ribs and used them to impale the hearts of as many angels as I could before I collapsed. They said lead a battle, and I went there right on the front lines with bow in my hand and my wife by my side. They said to burn villages of deserters. To kill innocent demons that dislike war, and you can read the file, I did not leave a single fucking life remaining in that village. So trust me when I say I don't know what the fuck I'm doing! Do you have any idea the feeling.... your limbs grow numb, your entire body starts to feel fuzzy, all food starts to lose taste, the color starts to drain from the world your senses fade to nothingness, you collect a set of masks to slap on for every situation. Even now with a damn spike in my hand, i feel nothing. the only fear i have right now is the fear of how your actions endanger Rurulian." he pulled the spike out of his hand and tossed it into the trash. "Please....one more month.... that's all I need. After that, you'll never have to see this excuse of a demon again, And Rurulian can choose how she wants to live her life. Be it hiding among the humans of earth. Or leading the charge the next time the man downstairs decides its war. But i wont be there to see it... as long as everything goes to plan..." he weakly sat down in a chair. Letting the hole in his hand drip blood onto the floor, his eyes returning to a dull lifeless color, like that of a man who died long ago. And that was in fact what Seiva was looking at. The shell of Shardaken Lucrum, all but a hollow husk of what use to be. "just one more month" Is the last thing he mumbled to himself before falling silent.