Love, affection, passion. Any emotion above mildly content was too farfetched for my liking. It's not as if I had wished to become this way but it has grown within me since my birth, feeding and spreading through my innards like a disease. I cared not for close relations with anyone or anything that did not offer me something in return. With Abraxus it was his throne, with Lucian it is his impeccable bloodline, with my offspring it is my legacy. It is an ongoing comensialism between myself and everyone around me. What good is doing something if I don't benefit from it? Exploiting someone was never below me either; a useful tool when getting what you desire.
Even so, I had always felt so detached from the reality around me as if I were nothing but a soulless vessel only seeking to absorb the life and energy from others. I fed off of the chaos and violence that I instigated and now.. Moladion has died down. It has become comfortable, lazy, and fat in its wealth of good morals. My mind has always been set on destruction and why not take advantage of the opportunity that lays before me now. So seldom had I felt any motivation or cause for something since departing Diveen but now I had found it.
His chuckle brings me from my thoughts and instigates my inquiry about his little friend. Pale blues turn to look upon him from the corners as he remains silent at first, the dark glimmer that washes over his eyes evident before he speaks. Even a growl makes itself known beforehand. Well.. it seems that someone has gotten under his skin for some reason. I wait ever so patiently for him to continue and avert my gaze as his own occuli turn to me.
Ah, Asterion. My only son and a strapping beastie already at just a year of age. I inhale for a long moment before exhaling quietly as I roll the weight of Lucian's words around in my mind. The slightest echoing scream of demonic forces protesting in my psyche disrupts these thoughts and causes my eyes to widen without realization. I had thought them to all be.. dead.. gone and reincarnated into the hellish temples of my own whelps. Where they could no longer torture my frayed mind any further from where it had been left to die.
But it was all a ploy, a mental trick to make myself believe that I had somehow been cured of them, as if it could really happen. Shock overwhelmed me for a moment and once I realized exactly what was occuring I relaxed once more. Lucian does not need to know - there has to be a reasonable explanation for their sudden rise from the pit of hell. A moment to compose myself and.. "No reason to be alarmed, I was doing the same when I was his age. Except for the part about.. 'friends'" I respond rather cooly as my sun flecked hackles now fall back into line. Perhaps that was why they had reared their ugly heads once more; at the thought of Asterion being in some sort of danger? Though I never truly worried for my offspring. They were capable enough to handle themselves and if they needed the extra brawn then I was never too far to aide.
That was how it had always been. But this time, the male was leaving the depths of the caverns beneath our mountainous home, of which were strictly off-limits to the whelps. Anger simmered within in silence as everything began to fit into place. "Let him handle himself. If he thinks he is big and bad enough to leave our watchful eye and go down below alone then let him, Lucian." It is growled in displeasure at the situation and less at Lucian himself.