DarkMirime

The rain drained everything of color, washing the world in the gray of despair.  This was as true now as it had been during his lifetime. He raised his eyes heavenward as he strode through the streets, looking into the gray as his boots splashed in the standing water.  It was almost ironic to consider the possibility that he might have brought the storm with him.  A mirthless, cold laugh.  Yes, that would be fitting irony on which to continue his tale of vengeance.  He stretched out his arms, slowing his pace as the rain struck against his face.  An embrace of this dark destiny, for the world would again recognize the approach of Edmond Dant