Auldorium

The King, Auldorium - Drawing from his waning forces, he created the Library, more beautiful than ever before. Its height pierced the smoky clouds, and there he stood. The throne, a beacon of his omniscient gaze. Much like a guardian angel, he had done everything for them. He had brought them peace, security, and entertainment. Such was his generosity. Such was his purpose.

Auldorium's mother was abruptly killed, leaving him to the throne - a monarch-operated Kingdom. He was young, uncertain, and ultimately blind in the works of jurisdiction. This did not change the fact that the fate of the Kingdom laid resting atop his shoulders. Overnight, he became a protector, a debater, a philosopher - a ruler. The safety of his people meant everything to the compassionate Auldorium. To the young, lost Auldorium, validation was the key. His people must love him.

He set upon a self-induced quest; Journey across the realms in seeking of The Court ...The beings of Judge and Jury ...To peer into one's heart, a lost hopeful Sovereign, to see dreams, desires. Validation. Love. Pride. The words were ascribed. The deal was sealed. The King was tied, in exchange for the forces of creation - and create he must. To create, to repair and maim and conquest...Creating a vial of endless knowledge and protection...That is what he must do.

His people would love him. Forever.

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Vanity, and the ends of the ties, always have to rear their ugly heads.

Even when his people were corrupted - souls fused together by the Hollow energy, unidentifiable amalgamations of appendages and teeth and eyes, devoid of color and sanity - he still loved them.

Like a lost spirit, he wanders the pathways of this nullified, fallen kingdom. There is a very faint, faint yet still flickering, flame of hope inside of that Sovereign heart. The remembrance of his powers, the creations, he channels that into the flora of the Kingdom's ruins. The flora grows, and in return he is filled with warmth - the life, it reminds him...of his people.