Deimos
His tea had long since grown cold, remnants and dregs settled at the bottom of his cup while they plotted and exchanged information; wishing he had more to proffer in the wake of sanctities and destruction. He’d avoided Zariah for the most part, only gaining minimal knowledge when she’d approached him, spending a multitude of his time conforming directly to Reaper tendencies and disclosing nothing of himself. He’d joined the army, he’d strived to protect those who seethed and simmered beneath her thumb, and that was only to press their name or title into parchment, and he’d smoldered underneath too, instigating rebellion amongst them. But he’d also seen the remnants of actions through Rexanna, through Amalia, and several others who hadn’t gained favor with the Merciless. Undoubtedly, Hotaru would need strength, fortitude, and might, but to also be mindful of the other things, parameters, and contemplations surrounding the woman. “I am ignorant of all her magical abilities, but based on how she favored the Abandoned, it is likely she has quite a few.” A pause, furrowing his brow slightly in thought, machinations conspiring and whirling through memories and incidents. “Wessex once escaped her – claimed Zariah had some life drain and lightning abilities.” Powerful, potent, capable of wielding her strength in other areas. What truly irked him had been the other means and measures, and how they’d affected those around him. “She is not above manipulation, blackmail, or coercion. Many were threatened under her reign with imprisonment – and that was simply for not joining the militia.”
Like Jigano, for failing to sign his name over, leading to Amalia striving to take over the Loreseeker’s Guild in his absence, and then Zariah wielding her name like a beacon, intending to arrest the Shield to get at the Sage. Series and cycles, consequences and effects, positions of scattered remnants; glad to hear she’d departed, and now disappointed to learn of her continued existence.
His eyes reigned away from the drink in his mug, and back to her – catching the things unsaid, between endearments and people, if she deigned to rule again, if she deigned to spark and sizzle and rampage once more. “Come find me when you are ready.” Because he would assist as best he could.
Like Jigano, for failing to sign his name over, leading to Amalia striving to take over the Loreseeker’s Guild in his absence, and then Zariah wielding her name like a beacon, intending to arrest the Shield to get at the Sage. Series and cycles, consequences and effects, positions of scattered remnants; glad to hear she’d departed, and now disappointed to learn of her continued existence.
His eyes reigned away from the drink in his mug, and back to her – catching the things unsaid, between endearments and people, if she deigned to rule again, if she deigned to spark and sizzle and rampage once more. “Come find me when you are ready.” Because he would assist as best he could.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
