New Faces

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos was more than ready to be free of LongNight; without its claws, without its shards, without its nuances, holes, pitfalls, and death, without its locked, corded away discordance, the way they were chained and linked within. Even when he’d flown out of the guild, out into the endless evening with Remi to collect Cera’s broken, mangled body, there’d only been a small semblance of freedom and liberation behind it. Because there were demons out hunting and stalking for them. Because there were deceitful, duplicitous measures seething in the dead of twilight. Because he understood and comprehended the ways man plotted, schemed, and destroyed, but sometimes, not the art of a fiend’s intellect, the motivations, the things they craved, or why they sought and hunted out those daring to venture into their threads. His eyes lifted away from the floorboards, segmenting back onto Oliver briefly, while Zuriel made more of her rounds, seeking out other people beyond, snorting, placing her soft maw on familiar shoulders and encouraging scratches. “Yes.” He didn’t crave the sun so much as the deliverance and providence of its existence – what it meant, what it signified, after all these dark days. “There is a festival after LongNight called Fiat Lux.” Something else to look forward to, if history repeated (benedictions and devotion, promises and convictions; presses of something he never thought he’d have). Oliver’s lending of his services caused his brows to rise slightly, curious, as he proclaimed a lack of muscles, lack of brute strength; that segment of accord wasn’t everything, and there were always measures and means to improve. “I will keep you in mind,” tilting his head, idle scrutiny and pondering. “We are always looking for those to train.” An offer in and of itself – though he wondered if the training grounds behind the Monster Hunter’s Guild even amounted to anything now – something else to peruse and consider. As far as payment, he’d never thought of it; the generosity, benevolence, and kindness extended throughout the land was such an imbedded quality. They did one another favors. They gave out items. They saved each other during countless, dangerous missions. “Perhaps. Or in other services,” he shrugged. “A majority of people here are very helpful.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace