and the only solution was to stand and fight
“Around that, yes,” he imagined, off and on. Ronin at the helm initially, before passing the motions onwards. The question gave him pause though – because for all the things Deimos carried, he’d never really asked for them. Or strived, as it were. His goals hadn’t been Warden, nor Guildmaster. It’d been soldier, through and through, protection and shelter and defensive proceedings, to keep to his own devices, to be shrouded in shadow and not much more. And it was enough – living with his melancholy, in a constant state of mourning and agony – until things altered, changed.
He gave a light snort, ushering Zuriel along and glancing overhead for Belial, listening to the depths of the cloven hooves prancing and launching from boughs and branches. “I only took it on as a way to honor Kiada – Ronin had given it to her, and then she died,” he paused there, eyes narrowing slightly, taking another deep breath. “She is back again after quite a harrowing journey, but had no inclination of having it once more.” So he bore that too, along with all the other mantles. “I enjoy it, regardless,” and he gave another slight smile, surveying the flames nearby briefly, coaxing a few to more light and persistence with the command of fire and infernos.
He gave a light snort, ushering Zuriel along and glancing overhead for Belial, listening to the depths of the cloven hooves prancing and launching from boughs and branches. “I only took it on as a way to honor Kiada – Ronin had given it to her, and then she died,” he paused there, eyes narrowing slightly, taking another deep breath. “She is back again after quite a harrowing journey, but had no inclination of having it once more.” So he bore that too, along with all the other mantles. “I enjoy it, regardless,” and he gave another slight smile, surveying the flames nearby briefly, coaxing a few to more light and persistence with the command of fire and infernos.
DEIMOS
