DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The problem with entertaining Belial was that he expected it often, and so as the illusion faded, the look of dismay crossed his features. His eyes rounded to almost begging proportions, similar to those of a dog yearning for treats, staring straight at Alys. Even if he could feel Deimos’ disapproval unfurling through their bond.Shaking his head and lifting his eyes back towards the ceiling of the cavern, another laugh nearly rampaged through his chest at the mention of Ru and him training. “Many times. Though we have some magic that matches one another, she and I tend to differ on strengths and weaknesses.” Shrugging his shoulders, his gaze pinpointed on the walls too, pondering if there were creatures laden within. They’d also gotten into multitudes of trials and tribulations with one another; feeding off the cataclysmic edges they both brought to the forefront; for sometimes the Helovian fringes were impossible to forgo and forget.
Unite and spread the heart apart
