I carried my own ashes to the mountains
History was an outline of so many of Deimos’ decisions and motivations; lines dug deep and whittled into his bones. But he didn’t let it chain him, presently anyway, save for those moments where it clawed into dominions of rib cages and souls. Even the aforementioned lilies could bring forth a whole host of haunted memories, times from before where sickness drove at his mind. “Yes. Though I have not heard of any being found.” He didn’t count the one in Hadama’s staff from previous predecessors.
The question about Belial caused his head to tilt, pondering over circumstances and the specificity, eyes narrowing briefly. The aforementioned beast perked up readily, as if he was quite willing to give chase to such matters, tail wagging, squirming in the Sword’s tightening grasp. “Probably. Are you hunting some?”
The question about Belial caused his head to tilt, pondering over circumstances and the specificity, eyes narrowing briefly. The aforementioned beast perked up readily, as if he was quite willing to give chase to such matters, tail wagging, squirming in the Sword’s tightening grasp. “Probably. Are you hunting some?”
DEIMOS
