Ixion's expression was blank as he stared at the pages. His blue eyes were hollow, devoid of glee.
Such was par for the course whenever he thought of the past.
Ixion waited for the ink to dry, then closed the book and locked it away before going to lie in bed.
He would sleep if he could.
***
He lay still in his bed for a few days, lost in thought.
Eventually, his body screamed at him to do the duties of a normal human.
Before all of that…
As per usual, Ixion checked his Soul Scripture.
A deplorable reminder.
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Name: [Ixion Catatran]
Title: [Hollow Crowned King]
Aspect: [Soul Winder]
Class: [Seraph]
Core Rank: [Boundless] - (333/600)
Traits: [Noble] [Soul Shatter] [Defiance] [Karmic Soul] [Astral Projection]
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'Hollow Crowned King…'
Ixion, the king who'd ascended the throne before the age of six, and one who's Soul Cried the day his mother died — his Aspect awakening.
'To call a five-year-old king's crown hollow…'
That was simply the world he lived in.
