Ladon in his former evil glory

Okay! Roof tops by the lost prophets is AMAZING!!! My favorite song ever right now.
okay. onto story.

The darkest hour of the day begins when the brightest candle finally dies.

Ladon was sitting out side of a cafe, his feet were up on the table and his arms where behind his head. He watched a car go by, noticing a girl he use to know in the backseat.
He looked away as the car burst into flames. Then he stood, took the coat off the back of his chair, and put it on in one fluid motion. He walked away as sirens came up the street.
He walked to an old, run down, abandoned house. He walked around a side, broke a window, and entered. A girl was curled into a corner, chains around her and the burns on her bare back highly noticeable. He had the simple thought of adding another but thought better of it and climbed the cob web covered stairs.
he walked through the second floor, over to a window and climbed onto the rooftop as sunset approached. He watched as the dark red began to fade, knowing he use to create this scene. You see, Ladon use to live on the sun, he had been to thirteen different planets, not including earth.
He sat, watching. He sighed under his breath. There was so full of energy, activity. Here most of the people are lazy and do nothing. I'm lucky if i hear a single gunshot.