DEIMOS
Last year had been steeped in ignorance, the unknown a bestial manifest of ineptitude and ineffectual traces – placing belief in their steadfast, stalwart enterprises that it wouldn’t last for this one’s (except – they would be leaving warnings behind; fire for fire and life for life). With the last of his and Amalia’s supplies packed in his bag of holding, Zuriel (irritated) returned to him via Jigano and his incidental trip to the Mathair, proceeding, joining the legions of the Monster Hunter’s Guild alongside the Shield and the Harpy. His weapons were stocked, either on his belt or along the satchel, armor placed within the thresholds of the guild for anyone’s use. Would it be enough?
Would it ever be enough?
They’d stand their ground and they’d usher in the void. Then, they’d soon find out.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
