In Your Darkest Hour, Call to Me

[theheartofdarkness]

Character(s): Ansem and Emizel
Content: A Heartless comes to do what he does best
Setting: Wherever Emizel is
Time: Midday
Warnings: Ansem :|b

Ansem was no stranger to loss. It was part of that which was life, and one of the things that most people could expect to experience. Of course, it hardly bothered him - why be bothered about the loss of one particular heart - but for those who still lived in the light? Oh, there were many ways to injure a heart and none of them more so than loss.

Thus, it should hardly have been a surprise when he came to Emizel. He knew darkness, and anger, and this was so clearly both, for all that he didn't announce his presence. He didn't see a need to, when he was fairly certain that Emizel would notice his presence in due time.

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[trademark_skull]

Since getting lifted off the ground made him completely helpless now struggling even further would do nothing but wear him out faster. Instead he was stuck listening to Ansem's words, which like usual barely made sense.

"So what?" of course he had a connection to darkness, he was a demon. It was in their nature. Just maybe not all of them like this. Speaking of which though it was doing a fairly good job by not flaring anymore. Nor was Emizel even trying to push it back still. It was simply there, calm as it might ever be. Perhaps because Emizel's rage dwindled down to just... being simply annoyed.

"Why does it matter to you what I do with it?"