There was something and yet nothing on his mind. He would feel urges that would disappear into thin air like the last moment of smoke before it can no longer be seen or smelled. Life was often like this now, with his mind in and out, like a constant wave of the ocean. Today the sun was setting and glimmering in the trees. The golden light now cast down and reflected upon the waters that stretched before him, often interrupted by sticks and trees. It was a sight rather beautiful, a moment most precious to many, and yet it did not seem to elicit any response from the darkened demon.

He heard the sound of footsteps coming near. He knew not who it was and he appeared not to care. It was simply not worth directing his misguided attentions to. He continued to stare, blinking only when absolutely needed when his eyes felt the sting of dryness. It isn't until he hears the voice of Aithne until he makes some sort of reaction. A simple, very slight ruffle of his neck fur was all that was mustered, a natural reaction going deeper than that of the mind. He continues to breath, although he does not look to Aithne, does not throw him her ear as perhaps he should.

The question was registered. It was registered with took a moment to process. What did he seen under the waters? Thousands of eyes? He focused and unfocused his eyes, yellow sun glaring on the liquid. Yellow. So yellow and bright, like that of Lillith. He felt her bright gaze pouring into him, the gaze of Lillith his soul and not that of the earthy tones of Aithne. Some remaining reasonable part of him cooed to him that he was going mad, whispered to think logically but he was incapable of keeping logic within himself. His black and red fur bristle, and his large form swayed slightly.

"I see the screaming of souls," he said slowly and deliberately, almost in a whisper. His lips joined back together and his ears seemed to push forward. He appears to hear something but in actuality there is nothing. That day when he found his son, the first son, still lingered in his mind. He was draw away from killing him as he should have, drawn away by the scent of Lillith, yet it was a trap. He should have known his death would please Lillith, and the piercing yellow light of the sun only hammed in his failure even more. It was all coming to a sharp point. He suddenly stood up, his form not solid nor was he about to fall into a pile.

"It has to be done. I will do it," he mumbles, before turning slowly, his sunset eyes coming into contact with Aithne's which led him to a temporary freeze, like he just recognized someone he had not seen in ages although such a thing is not true, he had indeed seen her recently. It was but a moments pause, his inner clock grinding away before he before his slow pace to god knows where. He words and actions perhaps made no sense to anyone, but in his mind, it came together, and that is all that mattered.