cover you when the sky comes crashing in
With another season arriving, Deimos had once again flung himself into necessary activities. On this interim, he’d taken the entire spectacle out – Zuriel at his side, Belial soaring overhead, him dragging the sled filled to the brim with logs and…pumpkins (slain vampire gourds), with Erebos giggling away upon his newly claimed throne at the front.
Ordinarily the Sword might go dashing by simply out of amusement purposes, but with the youth not yet capable of impeccable balance, he took his time, occasionally tugging on the vessel to speed it up to something other than plodding, much to the babe’s approval; the laughter echoing across the vast collection of stone and snow.
Though the slower traversing meant he spotted Alys far sooner; ambling over at the sedate pace. He, amongst the myriad of Halovians, was also incredibly skeptical and pragmatic, and an avid enjoyer of believing himself under some measure of his own power. But he’d humored her before, so with a loud snort, he announced himself. “Alys,” came with a nod of his head. Erebos waved again, either recalling her from before or simply because he greeted everyone, while Zuriel peered at the drapery with an imperious glance. Out of humor, he gave a juvenile grin, delivering that low rumble again. “Any luck?”
Ordinarily the Sword might go dashing by simply out of amusement purposes, but with the youth not yet capable of impeccable balance, he took his time, occasionally tugging on the vessel to speed it up to something other than plodding, much to the babe’s approval; the laughter echoing across the vast collection of stone and snow.
Though the slower traversing meant he spotted Alys far sooner; ambling over at the sedate pace. He, amongst the myriad of Halovians, was also incredibly skeptical and pragmatic, and an avid enjoyer of believing himself under some measure of his own power. But he’d humored her before, so with a loud snort, he announced himself. “Alys,” came with a nod of his head. Erebos waved again, either recalling her from before or simply because he greeted everyone, while Zuriel peered at the drapery with an imperious glance. Out of humor, he gave a juvenile grin, delivering that low rumble again. “Any luck?”
DEIMOS
