The notion to simply burn it all away sprung to his mind; but somewhere he doubted it’d be easily done. Sweeping flames through the room might’ve done nothing at all to the stone, or been engulfed in some miasma or gas they couldn’t see – so he tampered down the surge, the urge, to render it all to pieces. Maybe it would stay as a testament and monument to how easily Caido could be swept up in the reign of another, and how much they would have to defend it, time and time again.
Snorting at his own machinations, his nose shuffled across the floor, taking in vague, lingering scents but nothing too definite. True. I simply wondered if they would come back for unfinished business. But perhaps they’d been too irksome, too willing to fight for their right to remain as they were; instead of embedded into the Family. Do you still have that side effect from the void?
Snorting at his own machinations, his nose shuffled across the floor, taking in vague, lingering scents but nothing too definite. True. I simply wondered if they would come back for unfinished business. But perhaps they’d been too irksome, too willing to fight for their right to remain as they were; instead of embedded into the Family. Do you still have that side effect from the void?
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
