» every broken promise

E R E B O S A different time, a different place, but the same ritual hastened his ruthless being along – twisting through the shadows, manifesting rebellion and revolution within his savage motions. What shall it be this time? He wanted to shout into the abyss, part his jaws, laugh because he had naught else to do. The beast had even done as he’d been commanded (explored), and all he’d received was more haunting vignettes, more poignant, malicious, treacherous ghosts filling up his eyes, his mind, his body and soul. What good had come of it? What had he learned? Suddenly he just wanted to leave, paint the walls in blue and black, coil right back from where he’d come from, out of sight, out of mind, drawn into the darkness, into the abyss, where no one could see how disastrous his plots had been. The little snakes still writhed around his chin, misty wraiths, mere reminders of the hellhole they’d been snatched within. But he stayed because curiosity and sedition compelled him, sketching his way down towards the river, Orsino tucked close behind (still silent, still eerie, still out of touch), eyes narrowed, standing close to Kiada (yearning to see how she toyed, how she schemed), waiting for the next escapade, collapse, and venture into the eldritch whims of Kaos’ bidding. nothing satisfies but I'm getting close

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