So many thoughts and so little time, although, why I didn’t have the time to consider them I was hardly sure, more so, I simply didn’t want to and had thus decided to reduce my time for thinking about things to a rather short slot for today. After all, it would seem lately that which I require to consider seems to often outweigh the hours in the day and honestly, perhaps I have gotten old- but I can hardly be bothered with the nonsense of it anymore. Fortunately, recent events had lessened my need to think on certain issues. Baphomet, as predicted- was dead, his pack a rather shambled affair that I was continuing to watch with mild amusement, Weylin, who had proven to be a source of great agitation to my daughter had been consumed by the ocean, or so the stories say. He probably drowned, either way I hardly care, that he is disposed and one of my own children in the form of Sinopa has chosen to seek his crown is a pleasing thing, yet that is truly where the pleasing part of my thoughts are given to end and the difficult ones continue to niggle and tease. My winter time ‘fun’ for want of a better word, with Cat Eye, had resulted in yet another beautiful daughter to add to my collection, a replacement I suppose for Amaterasu who had evidently decided to make herself and one of her children scarce of late. Evidently however, the rest of my family had chosen to make a similar assumption, so far only Isola having chosen to even recognise her youngest sister. Azrael, in typical form managed to glare from about thirty different directions each time he saw his half-sibling and the others had remained somewhat silent. Either they are intelligent enough to know I will not be questioned on my choices, else they are waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Let them. It is not a matter of Angel or Assassin. I am retired in all technicality, what I choose to do in my retirement and with who is my own.

Even so, the issues brought forward by the black and white child still toy with my mind as do worries for Amaterasu and my missing grandchild born from her. I shall have to seek out Zildjian at some point. The rest of my mind has divided itself between the remaining Demons to be destroyed, Ava, who always required thought, Khaleesi and her training, a need to school Micteca in defensive fight to prevent her being kidnapped ever again by another idiot and Malina. It has been some time since I have walked beside my eldest apprentice, the death of Eris having surely thrust Malina in a role never truly meant for her and yet- she had earned it all the same. I had known, perhaps since her second year of life that when the time came, she would succeed me. It was always her, the others were to young, to jaded or simply not quite right to become Moladion’s next Assassin Master when I decided to call it quits on living for good. Not that I intend to check out as they say anytime soon, more so I suppose I have simply finally come to acknowledge what I believe even Devil himself has been attempting to display towards me- I am not young anymore. Hell, sometimes my bones ache in the night and though I may seek to deny it, to pretend anything but- that is getting harder. I do not limp about or drool or in any way appear, to my knowledge, to be anything ever then what I have always been, a damn living legend and yet….there are none…not anymore, not without Zeivah who known me so well as I know myself and indeed I know that it’s started, that there is no going up when one reaches sixteen years of age. I’m not quite as agile as I once was, not quite as quick to rise- or to heal and yet some part of me still refuses to accept that. Guess I’ll be in denial until the end and yet- there still much to be done. Maybe I am old, but I stopped a handful of Iromar wolves in their tracks just by yelling at them- fairly sure I get points for that. I still got something.

Yawning, I made my way down the slope of the Cliffside and towards the den Malina had chosen for herself, truly it was much as the one she had occupied as a child after having left Brooke’s side. Amorak would be proud of his daughter I am entirely sure, perhaps I should tell the girl of him, she met him after all, knew him and yet……that is Brooke’s secret to keep. I smiled momentarily, Cat Eyes words finding a place in my mind as her scathing vocals commented once more on my ridiculous honour. Perhaps it was amusing, Malina was well grown now, she would hardly care to know her Father and yet…my honour would not allow such words to leave my lips for a promise given to Brooke a night long ago. I paused at the entrance to the den, the sun itself beginning to set as I eased myself down to enjoy the last few golden rays. I had no true purpose for seeking her company, though indeed there was always some form of business to be discussed, more so I merely sought engage her in conversation for an hour or two, to bask in the glory of that which I had created- my heir, in a different way….and it was time she knew it.

“Malina I am getting bored, get out here and don’t keep me waiting.”

Old habits die hard.