In a dark cathedral and being long forgotten rests against the pew. For half a millennia now he has guarded this once holy place. Watched it decay and become overgrown yet he does not leave his post.

The vines have long since swallowed his body, he no longer cared for things such as hunger or discomfort. No, all he felt was a deep sense of boredom.

Sitting staring as the world grew and shifted around him; he’s watched warriors rise and fall. This place has been left long abandoned by mortals. However some are still foolish enough to enter his lair.

Which brings the tale to present time. An awful storm raged beyond the worn stone walls of the cathedral. The wind howled, branches scraped at what was left of the stained glass that used to line the holy building with beautiful splendor.

He sat rested against the overgrown pew, vines wrapped around his body as his eyes were shut. Listening to the blissful chaos that played in the world outside of these decrepit walls he was bound to.

His bliss is interrupted when the old rotten oak door entrance creaked open.

His eyes slowly opened as he gazed upon the by now very soaked traveler. Those glowing blue orbs of his narrow upon seeing the intruder enter his abode.

He watched them set up a fire in the corner.

Oh how he loved fire…

With a shake of his head, lightly tousling his limp black strands he slowly began to rise. The vegetation fell away as he stalked closer to the traveler.

His long clawed hands flex at the idea of slicing through flesh. His bare feet made no rustle to stir the overgrowth; he soon looms over the unsuspecting traveler.

He tilted his head ever so slightly examining them. His hand raised ready to deliver a slash that would gut the foolish mortal like a fish. A crazed smile graced his face as he went to eliminate the intruder.

Until he froze.

They had turned unexpectedly, their eyes met his own. No begging, no anger…Only surprise.

“Oh.”

That’s all that left those pretty lips of theirs. Just a soft little exhale, like they were surprised, but, not entirely afraid. They met his haunting gaze with their own oblivious orbs. Startled sure, but not.... scared.

He lowers his hand.

“Why? Why you no perseverance? No scream?” Was all he utters. For, why had this mortal, not fled at his hand?