Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
It was odd, to wake up one morning and no longer feel the weight of so many circumstances lingering on his shoulders.There would always be the region and his family, but the overarching colossus that had rooted itself down his spine no longer waged war with all the other entangled responsibilities. Void nuances could still be an issue, but nothing compared to what had loomed before them – Starfall, a new god growing, the Family themselves…
All after one rose.
It might’ve been enough to make him laugh. Instead, the relief came with confusion – uncertain about what to truly do with himself, other than the usual. He could go back to singularly working on Halo. Restorations. Trainings. Patrols. Duties not formulated to blistering into monstrous archetypes and billowing down cavern corridors. He could attend to the guild, and anything it required.
But for this day, he ventured towards King’s End, intending to see what still remained out amidst the plains. Belial and Zuriel accompanied – the former flying and hovering, divebombing on blink hares when he could, and the unicorn composed in all her regal stature.
Until, of course, there was wailing nearby – manifesting from shadows, lurching beyond a grove of trees.
