Handing the burger over to his dad, where it was consumed and gobbled (he couldn’t help but laugh), he did try and bite through his with relative ease, chomping large bites into the burger and listening as Nina described her tale. Swallowing down meat, cheese, and some other amazing sauce mingled amidst the buns, he gasped, eager for the tale. “Neat! Like a little piece of it all!” He glanced at Ember in awe and admiration. “It was worth the burn, right?” Because, as Deimos had already reflected inwardly, such a concoction of notions and possibilities were running and rambling through the boy’s mind. Hadn’t his father gotten Zuriel through a traumatic but rewarding experience? Belial was a different situation, and so was Micah…but still. Ideas.
Mulling over another thought and taking no time to do anything other than disperse it, he took another bite and persisted. “Can he shoot flames at your enemies?”
Mulling over another thought and taking no time to do anything other than disperse it, he took another bite and persisted. “Can he shoot flames at your enemies?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
