Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Deimos had really only ventured into the labyrinth’s confines once; perhaps over the past year, out of curiosity and a scattered sense of audacity. Daring and emboldened pathways sometimes settled along his blood, but not often, too partial to giving into calculations, ruminations, and speculation; hardly ever maneuvering without some sort of Machiavellian property coinciding with it. Now though, he had to reach the inside, per instructions administered by goddesses, per a celestial being who might be doing this just out of amusement, per blessings he’d hoped to achieve in a ring. There were likely some life lessons embedded in there too, but for the time being, he merely settled into the fold.
Armed, eternally, with his blades, knives, bag of holding, and any other odds and ends of assorted necessities, his eyes roamed into the sequestered threshold of curved vines, of coiled boughs, of intricate, warren details. He didn’t bring along Zuriel, intending to eventually fly his way out of here, and didn’t yearn to leave her behind to find her own way out (which she wouldn’t have taken kindly to anyway). So, along the intervals of its own homespun darkness, he wandered into its opening, its apertures, its fortitude, intrepid, stalwart, and stoic.
Armed, eternally, with his blades, knives, bag of holding, and any other odds and ends of assorted necessities, his eyes roamed into the sequestered threshold of curved vines, of coiled boughs, of intricate, warren details. He didn’t bring along Zuriel, intending to eventually fly his way out of here, and didn’t yearn to leave her behind to find her own way out (which she wouldn’t have taken kindly to anyway). So, along the intervals of its own homespun darkness, he wandered into its opening, its apertures, its fortitude, intrepid, stalwart, and stoic.
DEIMOS
