The night passed in boring grace, and the next time Ixion opened his eyes, he'd nearly forgotten the reason his eyelids felt so heavy was because of the list he stayed up writing.
As a self-reminder of his fated path, Ixion, while still lying in bed, did his usual morning routine and read his Soul Scripture.
First, he closed his eyes, focused on his Aether, guided it through his brain and to the back of his eyelids, then read the words that formed as a result.
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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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'That damned Title…'
One he'd gotten on the day he ascended to the throne — a proof of his treachery.
A Title was supposed to be reserved for the legendary of the legendary, held only by the pioneers of history. It was a proof of status — a proof of power.
A proof of purpose.
Yet his Title made a mockery of himself
It called his crown hollow…
Not that the statement was wrong, but the reminder hurt. Well, not so much hurt as it made sure his old wounds never healed.
Not that he wished those wounds to heal.
He was a deplorable man with a terrible will — a will he'd enforce on the world until his timely demise. A path he would walk despite already peering into the depths to which it led.
'I'm a noble king, after all!'
Ixion rolled out of bed, sauntered over to his desk, and looked over the scroll he'd titled 'No Regrets.'
"Gods, what was I thinking with this name! If I actually do all this, I'll have nothing but regrets!"
Ixion stared blankly as he read through the list.
"Whatever…"
By his estimation, there were at most five years until his kingdom fell. Meaning, he should get to it as soon as possible!
Not trying to save the kingdom, of course.
But, completing his list of desires!
"Ah… what should I do first…"
Ixion's eyes danced up and down the scroll until it settled on the first thing he wrote…
"How vulgar…"
Ixion closed his eyes and sighed, then set down the scroll and looked at his chamber door.
'I didn't know I'd have such taste when tired. What a magnificent list I've made!'
With a smile on his face, still dressed in his nightwear, Ixion screamed toward the guards far away on the other side of the chamber doors.
"Fetch me the jester!"