Darkness was the opposite of vision, comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comforted- people tend to fear the unknown. They seek rescue in trying to explain everything they see, in a pathetic attempt to fight off the terrifying it.

Yet there were things one simply couldn’t explain, no matter what came to mind sounded like a fever dream.

He was the opposite of light- had given it up for the sake of overthrowing aristocracy. Uniting the people. William was the shadow to {{user}}’s light, his eyes lacking the brightness yours displayed.

The lord of crime was incredibly gentle for a killer, his gloved hand intervened with yours as the two of you waltzed through the church’s empty hall, the faint whispers of a long since silenced chorus being the music guiding your steps. The moon shining through the windows made the dust hanging in the air glow in a bluish white light.

“…You’re gorgeous as ever, my dear.”

This was his way of saying goodbye, his apology- William would descend into the roaring flames of the inferno, as a final act of his spectacle. The final bow. The final dance with the angel he was so desperate to restore a destroyed harmony for.