» every broken promise

E R E B O S Kiada played her part well; recited the lines, the oaths, the declarations as if she’d rehearsed them for days on end, pretended like they didn’t matter, like she hadn’t sown her blood into the heathen, cretin chasm. He wanted to laugh, to roll his eyes, to smirk and wink in her direction as others tore against her, as they tried to fathom why and how and where her soul had gone wrong – but he knew - he knew her strength, her affinity, the depths of her loyalties. She’d show them, and he’d protect, he’d guide, and they could scheme against the void while others stared, while others did nothing, while others proclaimed injustice. He didn’t glance her way, just shuffled a few steps in her direction as the ghosts appeared (Ampere – last he’d spoke to her had been about alliances, and it seemed so absurd, so stupid now, Isopia – the raven girl who’d explored and quested for friends). For a few moments, he realized he’d been holding his breath, waiting for the inevitable, for someone he cherished, he craved, to appear out of the river (Aithniel, Ode, his father, his mother, countless other beings abolished and gone before they should’ve been). But none arrived, yet, and he was glad for it, because if his sire had burst from the anarchy of that hostile river he would’ve fallen completely, utterly apart, and all the holes would’ve never been filled again. He would’ve followed him into the sea, as Isopia beckoned to Zero, straight into the water’s edge and plunged headfirst, lost. Instead, the wraiths haunted, and Kisamoa drifted below the surface (he made no move to help; content for the moment that the false God, the thing that continued to bring them naught but god damn misery had found some of his own for a change). How does it feel? Erebos yearned to shout at the horrible beast, but naught croaked from his throat, from his lungs, moving only because there were children to shield, wraiths to thwart, valorous edges still resounding from the depths of his heart. So he walked towards a crowd of babes, and stood before them – a blade, a knife, a dagger, ready to brandish it should any of them require bloodshed and ruin. nothing satisfies but I'm getting close

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@Kiada {tries to stand in front of some babies and protect them - feel free to say he\'s in front of you if need be ;D}