Lightning Legend 7: The Melancholies Return; Melancholy Sigh Of The Dark Wolf...

There he stood at the top of his tower, contemplating the end. It was a sad fate, but a necessary thought... For, when one harbors melancholia of any kind, it can get to the state of suicidal depression. This had only happened a handful of times in the Dark Wolf's life, but it was still significant in how he dealt with the overbearing stress which was upon him.

"..." The silence was of a solemn farewell without using words.

He thought of leaping, but what would it do to a God? Nothing... He could not die, yet he could not live with his own melancholia. "... King Of Melancholia, Huh...?" he finally uttered to himself sadly. "... King Of Failure..."

The Black Storm was coming...

Just because he could not die did not mean that he didn't want to. This whole fiasco was making him feel like he needed to die... More greatly than ever. "..." He couldn't even speak. Kairo, the Dark Wolf, was too preoccupied with his own disturbing thoughts of how to die than how to speak, much like times past. His head, which once was aglow with lightning-bright ideas and other sharp, witty, or eccentric inventive thoughts, was now darkening into a black cloud of thunderous silence... It rippled with lightning, but no noise.

"..." No words could escape his lips after he considered himself a deep failure. For, like the other Seven Spirits, he was part of the Big Tymon as one of the beings that made him up, yet his purpose was always lingering in the sadness, depression, and overall melancholia of Tymon himself. That was why he kept himself busy and ever fervent in his doings to keep himself happy, just like his twin sister, Taomin.

"... Tao..." he uttered now, able to speak just a wee bit because of his waning energy not happening to fail him, like he failed himself. "... No... Tsao..." His REAL name; Tsao-Rin. Though he went by Kairo, his true name was Tsao-Rin, twin brother of Taomin, and he was the one that kept her from getting too caught up in her fun, so that he would not become depressed by being deprived of his own nature and necessities. "... I..." he uttered on, somehow quite incapable of even speaking with the little energy he had, "... Have Failed..."

Tsao couldn't even get it out, how much he failed. "... Can't Even Call Myself A 'Kairo'..." He threw his Crown down in a huff, saddening more deeply than ever when he didn't see himself in a good light. The Black Storm that always came with his deep, dark sadness rolled over his head like the thoughts in his mind, terrorizing his mentality like a mental patient. "... Can't Call Myself... An Anything Great..." Normally, he would be too sad to speak, but the energy that he did have left allowed him to keep perpetually downing himself unto the point of 'Absolute Silence'.

Such was the Black Storm's woeful purpose...

The Black Storm was a period that Tsao went through that expressed all of his melancholia. It stored up as much of his dark, brooding thoughts as possible and retained all of it as a culmination of the deep sadness that he had at all. When it was ready to burst, it released indiscriminate lightning and poured out silent rolling thunders that demolished everything.

"... Die... Everything... Including Me..." Even now, he was not completely silent, so it would not build up as it should, "..."

No sound rolled out when he tipped over. It was as if all of it was passing away as pure malicious melancholia and rage. The storm reddened in its tint, something like that of a blood-painted emerald thunderclouds of pure blackness.