Burn

It was only after Phenex’s footfalls had come to a stop did he hear the rustle of leaves. His hackles rose again and a flash of pink and white could be seen as he turned to snarl — only to stop immediately as the form came into focus.

It was only Razi, his same-age half-sister. He hadn’t seen her in - well, it had to be close to a year, by now. He was struck dumb at how beautiful she was, even more so than he remembered. Her orange markings striking against the cool background. They seemed to glow even on this dark, dim night. Phenex looked her over as much as she inspected him and he found himself pleased - she was as beautiful and graceful as a Demigod should be. She had a fluidly about her that his stocky, powerful frame would never have.

”Razi, dear sister,” he nodded in hello, his voice resonating deep in his chest. A flash of hot fear licked at him at her question - had she seen him? How much had she seen? Did she know the demons that haunted him? Phenex was no fool - he was to keep the Gods who tormented him at bay on his own. Should the family find out… he would surely be euthanized.

”I have only found Pyralis, far North from here. She was — well, it appeared she was playing on a frozen lake.” It was obvious from his tone that he was simultaneously disbelieving and unapproving. Demigods do not play. Their father had taught them all how to act, how to behave. Even if, for some, the burden of the family values weighed heavily upon their shoulders. They were expected to keep upright or never get up again.

”There are rumors that Amon has been busy,” Phenex started again, breaking his eyes away from her and looking at the dark sky, ”Do you know of his whereabouts? Of his plans?”

Phenex would be there to help. This is what they do, what they’ve been trained to do. This is why they were created by their father; to continue the Holy line and conquer the mortal realm. Amon had spearheaded the efforts of the spawn and, if rumor was correct, had created more spawn to assist in their Holy Endeavors.