[SE] For all of us

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His companion continued the hooting and hollering, drifting low then spiraling back upwards. Deimos fought off a roll of his eyes, knowing and understanding the need to simply unleash the restless wiles; seemed Marcus had the same conditions. Snorting and nodding his assent in understanding, his head tilted vaguely, glancing towards the sky once more and the distant flicks of lightning against the ocean. “Seems to have been the case since the new year.” Each season had brought forth alterations and changes – from constant mud, then wildfires, and now the deluge of scream-enhanced tempests. While Belial rounded on another loop and twirl, the Sword persisted in watching the angles of the horizon; half-wondering if it would scream again, open up to some perils down the back of his spine he’d routinely left discarded and gone. “I will take this over the Family, but,” he shrugged, having no explanation over the schematics save for Caido and its ever-present need for some kind of chaos. “Wonder if it is seasonal god related again.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace