Still a demon then? (saunterdown) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-14 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | nick lafayette |
Who: Nicolas Lafayette
What: Visiting his family
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: A cemetery outside New Orleans
Nick didn't feel all that different, but there was a change. The power was gone, for one, and his world seemed smaller, simpler. He'd felt like this before, long ago. There was a time when, even though he'd had the demon with him for many years, there'd been some separation. There had been Nicolas and Crowley, two entities coexisting and sometimes clashing, instead of the composite of two personalities that called himself Nick. Now he felt that again, he was just Nicolas.
He wouldn't say that made him a better person, just different. He still sensed the possibilities for causing chaos in this new development, and those possibilities amused him, but he didn't feel any duty to follow through on that. He felt nostalgic, in a way that he hadn't in a hundred years. He missed when the world had looked even a little bit like the world he'd grown up in. He missed the time when being ageless was some abstract concept and not something he was reminded of everyday. In what would have been his normal lifespan he'd tried to have a normal life. Looking back, those days seemed impossibly peaceful and easy.
There would be time later for messing with people on the boards, or seeking out the other ageless to commiserate. For now there was something that Nicolas wanted to do that he hadn't done in many, many years. He put gas in his Bentley for the first time since he'd owned it, since apparently it wasn't going to run on pure evil today. Then took the long drive to a cemetery far north of the city. Crowley was never a fan of churches or cemeteries. They made his skin crawl and he couldn't see the point of spending any time somewhere so unlikely to be any fun.
Walking amongst the headstones in his crisp black suit, Nicolas looked like any other mourner, but he gradually made his way to a very old part of the cemetery. The crypts and tombs here had been erected more than 150 years before. The white stones where beginning to wear smooth, the text fading. He stopped in front of one of the low, pale buildings and simply stood for a long time, staring at the faded text chiseled into the stone. There was a blank space that stood out and would, he thought, remain blank for a very long time.