Snippet #2705931

Deep within Ira the 'prince' Cole had himself knelt in front of a small shrine he had made, incense burning and offerings placed upon a small makeshift altar as he remained in his trance. The castle was silent, and the servants who used to make their domain within the castle had been dismissed and been given their own freedom.

As for the state of Ira? It barely resembled what it once was. The domain, while unpleasant, was calm and Cole found himself with little to do as the prince here. Still, that was good for him, that meant there were no shit storms imminent.

Standing from the altar he wiped his forehead, a frown on his face. Despite his prayer he still couldn't divine the location of those he wished to find. Celia, Val, not even some of his old buddies from back when he gathered that 'Legends' group together. That group...it had been started under the foolish pretence that they'd become legends, or that they'd be able to recruit legends. Now it rest in shambles with Cole left all alone.

"Agh..." He let out a small growl, kicking over the altar and spilling incense and other offerings. Before he went too far, he got a hold on his anger and just plopped to the ground, sitting and running a hand through his hair. "I've been a dammed fool." He muttered to himself, staring at the altar in shame. "I should have never left. I shouldn't have abandoned everything I had to seek out others, I at least had something here before." He reached over and began setting the now damaged altar back up. "Now I've got nothing..." Cole sighed and sat in quiet contemplation for a few.

If he'd had a clock nearby, the monotonous 'tick, tock' would have become mind numbingly irritating by now. He'd been staring off in the distance and trying to sort through his thoughts, memories, and decisions. He couldn't go back on what he did, and now he's left alone. "Gah... I can't stay in what's literally hell all alone like this." Standing up he dusted himself off, attached his sword to his sheath, and decided to get a portal set up for him to leave for a bit. A few days maybe, just enough time to try and make some friends at some taverns and maybe get into some duels and meet some new fighters.

Before he left, Cole made sure to get a lesser demon of Wrath to watch over everything, assuring him that if he did his job with no blunders that he'd be rewarded, and of course... betrayal and attempting to usurp power would mean Cole would kill the little bastard.

Once that had been taken care of, Cole exited through the portal to seek out some people.