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A wealthy life insurance ceo, whose life is seemingly ordinary on the surface. Under the surface (literally) he snatches the souls of the dead before they can be taken by The Mouth and The Tail. He takes them and hoards him deep below the surface of the world, trapping them in his memory sea for the rest of time. Darnley’s life is more or less well documented. There are no obvious skeletons in his closet, or the closets of his family. He was born an only child; his parents remained married until the death of his mother when he was twenty-five and his father stayed single until his own death when Darnley was twenty-nine. Contrary to anyone’s belief, they were not the first souls he carefully removed and placed in the creak by his childhood home. The first was his childhood best friends sister, who died tragically and well before her time. Darnley always liked her and at her funeral, while wishing he had some way of keeping a piece of her forever, he found that he could, in fact, keep her forever. And as time went on, there were more people he found he wished he could keep. An ex-girlfriend in college who, before meeting her end in a car accident, had been an accomplished dancer. An acquaintance with an exceptionally colourful childhood, and then strangers who he met once or twice through internships or through acquaintances. At thirty-two, Darnley bought over a life insurance company as a means of combing through the clientele list, scouring for anyone with lives beyond the average. Anyone with exceptional stories or hardships. Now, at thirty-eight, he is a seasoned pro at slipping into funerals, blending in and then slipping away without any fuss. Darnley’s borderline obsession with keeping souls more or less stems from the need to constantly experience. To him, life lacks substance, and so he lives through the memories and experiences of those he has hoarded. Or, he will, when he fully realises his capabilities. For now, he prepares by fraudulently living as his clients on weekends away. For the most part, Darnley is a functioning businessman with a healthy assortment of casual friendships, flings and hobbies. He is very good at being as normal as any business owner might be: he is aloof, likes his privacy and generally keeps himself to himself unless prompted. His only ‘close’ relationship is with his secretary, who he’s been seeing on and off for two years. At his core, Darnley is largely apathetic to most things. He is utterly desensitized to violence, trauma and grief, able to be a spectator without feeling revulsion or fear. The more his power grows, more so does the apathy and his willingness to attend, for examples, gruesome crime scenes or scenes of high profile accidents. If anyone were to read his mind, it would be easy to mistake him for a psychopath: though by no means is he a murderer, he also wouldn’t exactly stop a murderer. . We've all looked up at the night sky, the stars, the moon and planets. Isn't it wonderful? An endless sea of existence, looking back down at us, as we wonder where the darkness leads. Think of all the stories that could be told and questions that would get answers if we were allowed to look beyond this shell, cleverly disguised with dust and radiance. Where do we go when all that is given is darkness and abstraction? Do we cease to exist, or go back to what we once were? Do we begin anew or linger on until the universe pulls us into the void? His name is The Road Above, baptized by gods and entities long departed from our world, off to expand their power and light on planets that have not yet been their witness. It's a lonely breath he takes whenever night falls and runs around the planet watched by the Sun, or when he is followed by a new, lost soul. Some would call him the keeper of the night and warden of the dead. He wonders what that brilliant star looks like, what kind of warmth she gives that has deserved so much life and love. The moments where he catches the Sun's eye are rare and precious, and each one increases the desire slowly brewing in his invisible heart. The Sun is dying, they say, slowly burning away until none of which it sees is left. It is when The Road Above realizes this that he decides to leap towards the Sun to watch her burn, so he can follow her when the darkness fully takes over. No leap could take him far enough to reach her, however, and The Road Above falls into Earth. He still chases the Sun, to no avail, now trapped in a human vessel until he finally decides to return to his realm. He is followed by his night wherever he goes, unable to accept that he is the only reason she will always keep slipping from his grasp. • This event is what triggers the rise of other such mythological creatures, all of which have (or were thought to have) human origins. Like dots flaring up all over the world, each one of these individuals plays a role none of them understands, and have yet to learn about. All they have is what's happening to them, and none of them can see what it's for. |