The World Controlled by Darkness

" You don't know." A hoarse whisper, nearly as loud as Michael was visible. Which wasn't very. "How many people have you had die in your life time, human?" He said. " My whole family died. My lover left me. I have no more strength to live. There were plenty of times that I wanted to kill myself " Luna replied to him. Michael pulled himself up from the roof, then he sighed heavily. "You don't understand. I've lived for thousands of years. It is much easier not to feel." His voice was dull and quiet. "You will never understand, because you will die someday too. Blissfully ignorant." The words were sharp, but the tone was not.

" I am in fact human, but I get to live for a longer time than them. Before my grandfather died, he made me drink a solution, that would enable you to live longer. I can reach up to a hundred and fifty years, but my looks would not change. But I am not a vampire, that when you get hurt you can heal up easily. I can still get wounded and heal like a regular person does " Luna told him.

She knew he wouldn't believe her. But then if he doesn't want to believe, then let him be. Luna know that it wouldn't be her loss for not believing anyway.

A loud, resounding laugh drew itself from Michael's chest. "Mortal! You are mortal. You may live long for human standards, but death is as close as the ocean in low tide. It shall come." He rose again, his rusty emotions creaking back into use. He pulled himself up out of the roof yet again as he stood, flickering in and out of visibility rapidly. His hand waved in the air almost violently. "Mortal! All these mortals! They know everything. Always right. God. I wish I could be so cocky and think so highly of my own abilities." he began pacing, his back to the young woman as he continued to flicker angrily.

"Humans. They just don't get it. That's it. So ignorant. sweet ignorance. I lost that so long ago. Might I ever find it again?" the wraiths tone turned musing and he put a hand to his chin as he continued to talk to himself. Yes, Michael was rather mad. It came from being alone. One began to talk aloud out of sheer loneliness. "No, I don't think so. Whats gone is gone." Then he looked to the human again as if just noticing her presence. "Savor your innocence while you have it, sweet lark, because when it is gone you'll sing no more." The words were deliciously foreboding on Michael's tongue. he felt pleasantly intelligent speaking them.

"Mortal! You are mortal. You may live long for human standards, but death is as close as the ocean in low tide. It shall come." He rose again, his rusty emotions creaking back into use. Luna continued watching him " Yes, I am highly aware of that fact " Luna replied. "Mortal! All these mortals! They know everything. Always right. God. I wish I could be so cocky and think so highly of my own abilities." Michael continued. " Then why don't you think highly of your abilities? Instead of looking down on yourself? " she asked him.

"Humans. They just don't get it. That's it. So ignorant. sweet ignorance. I lost that so long ago. Might I ever find it again?" Michael said, and he seemed to be talking to himself. " I am clearly not ignorant. It's you who is one. You who do not want to open yourself up to others. " Luna said to him in a loud tone. She was almost screaming.

"No, I don't think so. Whats gone is gone." Then he looked to the human again as if just noticing her presence. "Savor your innocence while you have it, sweet lark, because when it is gone you'll sing no more." Michael told her. " I will have my innocence for as long as I want. But my innocence to the world was long gone. " she said to him, very determined.

Michael lightly jumped up onto the ledge, balancing as he paced delicately back and forth of the precarious edge. he held his fingers to the side of his head in a mock gun and pulled the imaginary trigger, tilting his head as a macabre death grin curling on his face. He was almost giddy with emotion now. it wasn't a pleasant feeling at all. He needed to move, to go, to do something. But what he did not know. It made him restless, this not knowing. "Maybe I should kick the bucket myself, no?" He murmured, turning around to face across to the building across the street and then back at the human in the same motion. "Is that open enough for you, human? Pretty little bird. How about you fly down yourself? I'm going to go off for a stroll."

And with that Michael departed with an easy step off the side of the building. The few seconds of pure free-fall were nice, but ended much too soon when he reached out and got his hand stuck in the third floor window. His body swung and hit the wall, too solid to go through but to non-existent to not go through. So he just settled like a bit of fluff on the side of the wall before going completely invisible, loosing his hold on the window ledge. But by the time we was at ground level he was back to full visibility. Ah, well that was fun, even if his body ached slightly now, and his shoulder was throbbing with the effort of catching his fall. It would pass. Eventually. Like everything menial, tedious, boring in such a dull world.

Craning his head up Michael faced the sky, a curious expression on his face. The bodies of the daemons that had been killed not too long ago were still lying near by, looking hideously foul in the not-light. He stretched leisurely, pulling out all the kinks in his neck and back. He reached his arms up to the heavens, stretching them too. After he was done it would be off for the walk. Would the human join him? She had seemed very earnest on explaining such human matters as emotion to him. But after the acute fear of the fall, he was feeling back to his old, slightly sardonic self. The emotions roiled just under the surface though, making him a bit wary. Always a bit wary.

"Maybe I should kick the bucket myself, no?" Michael muttered, Luna was unsure if he was talking to her or to himself, so she didn't reply. Them Michael turned around and faced her. "Is that open enough for you, human? Pretty little bird. How about you fly down yourself? I'm going to go off for a stroll." he told her. Luna said nothing. Of course she can go down by herself. She didn't need anyone to help her do it anyway. And with that, Michael left.

" Time to go back home and check if the demons are still there " Luna said as she jumped from the roof of one building to another. After a few moments, she reached the forest. She was always calmed by the scent of it. She looked around her to see if something was moving. When she was assured that she was alone, she proceeded to go deeper into the forest, back into her house.

She arrived not so long later. " Good thing the demons did not thrash this place " Luna muttered as she went inside. Carefully, she examined if there was parts of her house that needed to be repaired. She then concluded that the walls should be thicker. She did all the repairs for a while until she was satisfied. " If I paint this thing, it would look like a house of a princess already " Luna said as she went to her bedroom and slept.