He waits, jaws embedded within the depths of the flesh he has so been rewarded with, waiting like the grip of death itself upon the male whom struggles and flails within his jaws and yet each weakened thrash is weaker than the last, each snarl and cry grows softer as fight becomes desperation and desperation becomes an acceptance of death the Nightmare has seen and felt so many times as his own frame relaxes, loosenes it’s hold and allows the creature to fall into the embrace of slumber and death that has trailed in the weak of the obsidian creature since the moment of his own birth so many years ago. A rumble of satisfaction rolls like a purr within his ravaged throat, those damaged vocal cords rasping with the air that passes upon them and the body falls upon the floor. For a moment he cares for nothing, the scent of blood seeing saliva pool and leak from parted jaws as teeth tear open the flank and underside to burry that blackened muzzle within the flesh and heat that is his prize. Chunks of meat are torn and swallowed, as if teeth barely pause to chew in this frenzied feeding as the demons of his mind shriek and dance with glee at the bliss of such a taste and roll of blood within this throat so thick and heady in scent and taste that his mind is lost to all else- until the movement of the other draws his eyes, until his hunger is sated enough that his need for dominance exceeds it and the wretched confines of his mind force a low sung growl from his throat as that nightmare turns those reptilian eyes upon his son.
Tobias does not forget, for time does not exist to his mind, he lives within the present alone, existing within the now for he can exist in no other way. He thinks not of past nor future nor the ravage of time, understands only as he understood then- as Aaliyah had made him understand. Alyx. Son. His. Yet within this understanding of ownership exists another desire, the one that had assured the boy had been born behind the wall of Angels whom had so long replied the blackened creature. He detests the competition of other males, fractured mind unable to perceive the bond of Mother and Child, his sons seeking to take from him the attention Aaliyah had forever offered, some part of the ruined creature craving her focus, her attention- at all times, the birth of Alyx and Elijah taking such attention from him until the potent strings of jealousy had seen him seek to devour them as he had his male siblings so many years aog for the attention their Mother offered. He alone would exist as Jaidah’s sole male heir, just as he would not permit the lives of males whom would take Aaliyah from him, instinct and insanity assuring little more then the rage of a creature so confused that perhaps it is almost….sad. For no joy exists in a life ruled by instinct alone and a need to forever feed, to forever dominate- a relentless life and little else.
The lowered head of the other results in little more then the lifting of darkened heckles, bloodied lips part in a threat far more obvious in it’s intent of violence as the male steps forward, seeking to press the other back now- demanding his yield as head and tail lift and the darkened angel roars his disdain at the other- the sound a shrieking, horrific noise born from his ravaged throat. Muscles contract and roll beneath that ebony head, the Demon lunging suddenly forward, teeth aimed at the muzzle of the other, seeking to bite into it, pierce it, draw blood from it in a manner both dominating and threatening all at once should Reaver be to slow to move it- seeking to force him off and away from the body until Tobias alone stand above it, a final snarl spat towards him before the darkened creature lowers his head to feed once more. It is warning, not assault that he offers, mind seeking the destruction of this child and yet no Aaliyah exists for him to defend, the scent of himself layered within the very blood of the other assuring a….leniency of sorts, a warning before an attack that no other should be offered as the Demons of his mind argue and slash against the inside of his skull- for some desire the death of Reaver while others seek not to harm that which is surely their own, a possession, a belonging…..an investment of blood. The growl that rolls within his throat is long and drawn, darkened form shifted to block the other entirely from the kill that is his own- for he does not share, he will not be dominated, he alone is King of the Dark and Night and he will not yet pass this title to a son he cares little for nor barely understands- fangs stayed by the scent of himself alone though the warning I surely clear that further pressing will result in attack. For the insanity of his mind understands only this.
The single word that erupts from the boy result in the turn of those darkened ears, the sound acknowledged though he offers no answer as he continues to feed upon that fated flesh, searching for the superior meat now within the cavity of the chest as one reptilian eyes rolls back towards the other and jaws lift at last from his meal. It is not more then a stare he offers, blank, empty, eyes unblinking upon the male as if his mind struggles within to perceive what he has been asked, as if it searches and rolls behind those eyes for a learned response to a question posed.
“Alyx.”
He simply repeats the name the boy had been given, the name Aaliyah had demanded he know- the question it would seem- misunderstood to his mind as that darkened tail lashes once more, jaws turned back to his meal- paused suddenly before he bites into that flesh again.
“Alyx quoniam ipse est filius vester Tobias- Capis? Sed tecum sunt. Alyx et Helias”
(For he is Alyx, he is your son, Tobias- yours, do you understand? They are both yours. Alyx and Elijah.)
The words are flawless, offered in the language of Angels, the language of Alyx’s birth and young years- so shocking entirely from the darkened male that so many whom knew him would surely have looked upon such words in awe though they are nothing more then repetition, the words Aaliyah had offered him on their birth- the words he remembers even now as if they are….explanation of words he cannot find nor his mind can care to decipher.
“Tobias…..eat before…..son.”
It is a warning once more, these words his own- fractured, broken, rasping within his throat hoarse from misuse as he returns now to his meal, leaving Alyx to do whatever he should please with this information he has been offered- telling him only what is understood in nature. The Father eats before son. He will not warn again.