So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
In a way the approval of Eden has become a thing Under desires. It is so unlike himself to wish for another to approve of his actions yet the way the pale male had come to watch him cull Rio had set off a chain reaction in the god-ridden beast. Perhaps his own god had designed fate so that day so long ago, when he had tasted the blood of the now king Eden, they had formed a bond together. The kind of singular force that fashions a new wolf from the flesh of the his silver-furred figure. It was not that he liked it in Glorall; nay, he thought it was too loud here. The surf, the pack, everything was too loud. Solitude and silence, they were preferable to this, and yet if Eden ruled here then Underidge felt some weird need to stay. He was tied irrevocably to the male even if Eden felt no such weird ties to himself. Such was the way with obsession. Nothing could hinder it, nothing could filter it, and nothing could control it.
There was a certain thrill in the power of death, the way the flesh and the bone popped and tore beneath the viciousness of teeth. It was almost like relief each time Underidge killed one who offended his senses, perhaps the same kind of sick relief another might get with mating. It can never be said that he is of true sound mind for somewhere in the confines of his brains or maybe his nerve endings things had become horribly twisted and construed. Eden, he thinks, understands this. In fact at this very moment the world has become a scream of torment as the birds spiral high into the sky in fury at the loss of their friend. Helplessness. If they swoop down then surely they too will be taken, spread apart, and eaten without remorse. It was the way of the world.
The Pale King does not seem much perturbed by his approach, taking his time over his meal, and it is only when Underidge lets slip the question that had arisen during the time with Tesseract. He reacts then, lifting and during with an expression that hid his thoughts but sometimes those expressions spoke more for Underidge knows what it is to hide his own. So his ears turn back and he sinks only a little downward, a subtle reaction of obedience as Eden schools him.
"I see," is all he says in reply to the questions lobbed to him. Eden had a point, really, but Underidge was not sure he could have refrained. After hurting one so much until they were left permanently damaged.. it seemed putting them down would be the more preferable answer. Still, Eden must have a purpose to his plays. Whatever that was he would not share with Underidge but such things cannot always be shared and he is content with that knowledge for now. They are different - Eden and his need to lord over those he lets live by grace and Underidge needing to kill as it will relieve himself and relieve them of life, a terrible burden.
The way the male grins in amusement makes his own lips twitch upwards in something of a grimace, grotesque on his maw for the moment.
"You have wounded him greatly. Even now he shows favor for a leg you maimed. I do not think it will ever be the same despite how he believes himself great. I will continue to watch him if you wish it. Is there another task you wish of me so that I may prove myself as your Thorn?" Why he desires such a position within a pack, a place that drives him nuts with its noise and movements, is unknown except that he has decided Eden is worth following and that Eden would always be followed by himself.
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)