We're the ones that made you

*Elias* · (This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 10:01 AM by Elias.)

He took in a deep breath as he studied the child, waited for him to turn around fully and speak. The fiend should have expected the boy to deny it, after all... Odette didn't exactly give consent that day. A bit of guilt started sneaking up his spine, but immediately the man lifted his head and remained impervious to the feeling. In his time alone, he had been blessed enough with company that seemed to understand the way minds work better than him. That guilt, that terrible depression that comes from it.. only continues to allow the storm to thrive. He must be strong and focused on what was in front of him.

Elias gave a sigh after a moment of standing there, a tense presence in complete silence for so long. How would he even begin to explain? Giving his son the truth right now just didn't seem like the best route to go by if Elias wanted to keep him close.

"Elias Praetor. Your mother is Odette, and I can see a lot of her features in your own- mainly your body structure and your black markings. Though, I bet.. your eyes are mine." Elias took a few steps forward, shortening the distance by half so that they were just five feet apart now. His rubies narrowed as he studied the eyes of the child before him, curious to see what sort of soul lay within those little windows.

What he found nearly astonished him. One ruby stared back at him so eerily similar to Elias' father that it made him stare, but the second eye was not blind like Dominus, no. It was vibrant, blue.. green even. Elias' lips started to part as his jaw slacked, his square features lifting up as his mind continued to spin.

One red, one blue. Was this child a demon or an angel? A sinner or a saint? Though most might think it is absurd to think eye color can determine intentions, Elias was a firm believer that his bloodline was.. touched.

Then, with an ear flick, Elias recalled the boy slipping up and saying 'we'. Initially, Elias let it pass for a slip up but now.. now he started to wonder. In that same ear, a ghostly whisper seemed to drift into his mind- only for him to hear. 'He is both, Elias. Just like you. Only difference is, you can see it on this one.'

Elias tilted his head, his ears partially laying flat as the words of his deceased father echoed until it faded from his mind. Peacefully, he lowered his massive crown to allow the boy to look into the fallen angel's own eyes. He studied the child, reading how embarrassed and nervous the young man was.

"Earlier.. you said 'we'." He waited, his eyes searching the child's face as he expected some sort of element of fear to stem from something being presented that he was so desperately trying to hide. "You hear them.. don't you?" For Elias, he only ever heard the voices of his deceased family members. His curiosity was soaring, eager to find out if this boy experienced the same.

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