It was, I had decided, perhaps the most offensive rock in this entire place. Large and grey and misshapen and….entirely to solid for its own good, one white paw lifting to rub momentarily at my injured forehead, the rock daring to have lunged at me from the darkness that seemed to infiltrate my vision more and more these passing days. No, I am not going blind. I was assaulted, by a vicious and violent rock that had lunged in front of my forehead. I moved to offer it the best of my scowls of displeasure, vowing to destroy it on my next mission to this area before muttering irritable to myself as I moved to follow Devils trail deeper into this….well….lets call it residence and be done with it, any other word is far to…complimentary. White paws moved to weave in and out of the rocky surface and caves, muzzle sweeping across the earth as I trailed after the oldest of my companions and the wolf whom I had spent so many days resting beside in Paracon. It is the longest and most stable of my friendships, the oldest of my companions and indeed perhaps if it can be said I hold love for another male outside my own family, then Devil alone holds such love. So long we have walked beside each other, so many challenges we have faced and so much blood we have spilled. We ruled our Kingdoms side by side, welcomed our children together, became the first living great grandfathers of this land when it was the combination of our blood- Achilles, sired his own children. So much shared with one other creature, one of the last few to have lived and seen as much as myself- one of the last to remember the glory days that have come and gone and yet truly I never believed we would make it to such an age, never believed one day we would sit….so aged beside each other, assassin and assassin, King and King, Brother and Brother still together after so very many years.

My nostalgia in this moment was interrupted however by the scent of another, violet gaze resting upon the white son Devil had sired the year of Natalya’s death, the one whom I had watched over in Devils absence, whom I had held when he cried for his Mother before I scolded him for such a thing. Truthfully I hope the boy has grown a little in maturity really, then again without a Father what chance he has I hardly know. Even so I had watched over the boy- and his brother in Devils absence, guarding my companions sons as if indeed perhaps they had been my own. It was the least I could do I suppose and yet I see no need to mention it- one ear flicking in slight disdain at the boys presence as he just stood there like am imbecile staring. I moved to simply brush right past him, holding little interest in River, or whatever it was he called himself now, determined to enjoy this moment with my oldest companion rather then deal with another of his wayward children.

“Have you nowhere else to be? This is not my happy face, you can speak to your Father when I am finished- he likes me better, now why don’t you go and find a butterfly to chase and brood over your no doubt raging Father issues, hmmm?”

I simply snorted as I passed the boy, tail flicking dismissively. What? No one said I had to be nice and really I am tired of Devil’s agitating children whom seem content to wage war upon their sire for evidently no reason at all, this one sure to be another, the boy perhaps still blaming his Father for his Mother’s death as he had told me upon our last meeting, convinced his Mothers soul lived in his Father and truly I do not have the patience for that today. Maybe I was a little cruel, but I always have been and really I desire Devil attention today. I never was very good at sharing. The barest hint of a chuckle rumbled from within my lips before I moved to leap up beside the blackened warrior I had fought so long beside, along my pelt to brush against his own in a muted affection before taking my place quietly beside him.

“Now tell me Brother, how long do you intend to live in this hole? It truly it not all that becoming and I find the décor dreary. I also wish to inform you I was assaulted by a boulder on the way in. Have you ever considered renovations? Maybe you should just come home.”

Alright, I missed him- but I was hardly going to tell him that now was I? How unmanly that would be…probably about just as unmanly as using the word décor in a sentence was….


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The Original Angel