I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures
- Fall Out Boy “Immortals”

Iromar had been just another place to the Darkbringer. It had felt rapturous to steal it from beneath the paws of Pine. It had been heady to rule over his Dark Court and indulge in the desires that the darkness spoke to him. That was the past, though, and he had been younger. Intent on rising to the top, parading his power.

That hadn’t changed. Not really. Only he was not ready for that again – he had to gather his scattered Court. His swarthy song had to reach the shadowed places of Molodian to whisper forth the monsters it hid. Remind them that their Darkbringer was back and with purpose. His gums ached to touch flesh once more.

The Alphess opens her eyes slowly at his approach, watching him with a keen light. Age hangs around her but she is not some venerable worm waiting for the day to be plucked. Avery was primed enough to still fight for what was hers. To battle her would be intriguing, his youthful body against hers, her desire to protect against his to destroy. Tempting. But not enough to tempt the snake. His head was truned towards other lofty goals and Iromar was but a pittance in comparison at the moment.

”Where is the fun in power if the fun has gone?” He purrs back cryptically, smirking at her. ”I have other pursuits, Queen. I only wonder if you do as well? I have heard that you come from a line of demons,” he hisses the word before cutting off on a bark of laughter. Condescending, though his charcoal eyes peer at her knowingly, waiting to see what reaction such might prompt. ”Demons and Angels. What an amusing thing. My father believes that he houses a god within him, a Soul Eater of sorts. Would that make him a demon I wonder? Or is it all about color?” He muses aloud, settling back onto his haunches, allowing information freely, as if they were the closest of confidantes.