DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Threats and taunts had been a part of Zariah’s existence: a deluge of torrential potential should anyone cross her. It’d happened time and time again, ominous warbles, overbearing tactics, forcing them all to barrel onwards in their predilections and ruin. So there was no surprise along the Sword’s face at Loren’s proclamation, a shake of his head, indicative he’d heard it all before. “Are you going to take her on?” The Sword smirked for a moment; because it was high time someone could take her down, and though he was entirely unware of her strength and fortitude, he knew the summoner’s own might and fortitude had been on the rise. Maybe it was time. Maybe there would finally be an end to her ridiculous, tyrannical nature. Helovia had its challenges, its spars, its assaults and sieges, where lessons were fraught and pegs were taken down; and perhaps this would be the beginning, the genesis, of the same.The joy and revelry, rapture instead of a constant barrage of malice was a polarizing, bewildering phenomenon, but he took it in stride, absorbing the contentment. Frey – perhaps Loren’s preference? Deimos knew next to naught about the deity except stories surrounding their capabilities, which in turn made him never want to set foot in their direction. Safrin he supplied; sent into the stars and dropped from their cosmos.
Unite and spread the heart apart
