Demon Race

Laz finished his drink after setting the lyre down by his side, wondering just why he had thought of that song. It wasn't a dirge, but the way it was sung could be considered as one. It wasn't a mourning song either, but more like a echoing cry of war. Laz wasn't even sure where he had heard it, but it was something that stuck with him for some reason. Laz had lost people, Kat being the closest one to him. And her death had haunted him, time and time again. But he was beginning to heal from it, to move on. He had worked things through in his mind, made peace with his mistakes. And now... death was more like a traveler on the same road, one that he encountered from time to time and yet who never stayed long, much to his luck. It was a familiar presence, even if it wasn't a welcomed one.

So why did that song come to his mind? Out of all of the others he had ever heard in his life?