He who was red slumped at the grave, it was one of many. In this place of dreams Red saw his rotten self in the third person. The graves were all in a line, all open, the corpses exposed. The first was his brother, then his sister then his brother. The next was his mother and then his father, though Red never knew his fathers final fate. All the corpses were as red and rotten as he was, eyes fixed upon him in betrayal. The Next was a burnt husk of a body that still smoldered. The corpse of the man he let die, Nine Digit Donnie. His burnt fingers tore where he once held the green blade, the blade he ripped out of those betrayed hands. The next and last grave held the crushed and mud glazed form of DD.
Red continued to slump over the grave of the man who he once called friend. Two other forms stood to either side of Red, one was the tall divine figure of Eros, the priest himself. In this realm of dreams Eros wore clothing that matched his face, the white mask with blue markings. He looked like a proper priest. To the other side was a black armored form with a mask that was somehow darker than his armor, the knight himself.
“Curse you Soth, you have caused the death of one my Apostles” Eros spoke with deep hatred.
“Can we not have a proper funeral charlatan even in this place of dreams?” replied Soth.
“Your lucky the gods have sent me a new Apostle, kin slayer” This commit managed to get a rise out of Soth as he snapped his head at Eros, Eros only returned a chuckle.
“He should have become a knight” Red spoke quietly as the two giant forms bickered.
“That is true child of the Silvanesti, he should of been knighted twice over” Soth drew his blade, that ignited into purple flame. He climbed into the mud of the grave and rested the blade on one of the corpses' shoulders, “I name you,” he rested the dark blade on the other shoulder, “Sir DD, you may rise as a knight of the order.” Sheathing his blade, Soth crawled his way out of the mudy grave.
“You look more like a pig then a knight Soth, which is fitting. Besides, what good is it being knighted by a knight twiced damned, oath twice broken?” Eros sneered at the crawling form of the knight.
“Shut up charlatan, your just forever bitter that you are not nor never will be chosen by the gods” Soth Sneered back.
“Let's stop this sharad and let's do battle, you've been in control for far too long” Eros raised his hand which flowed with holy light.
“Why charlatan? So eager to lose again?” Soth drew his blade and lunged at Eros.
Red continued to rest near the grave, he did not care who woke up this morning in control as long it wasn't him. No one seemed to even notice that he was gone anyway, his own people, the Silvanesti didn't even want him.