Every bit of confusion that Elias read in the young man drove him to believe his assumptions even more so. He related to this, and not even that long ago. Elias sighed when he stated his name, he had the name of a Wreckage- sure, and he was a wreckage.. but his blood was also under the same curse as all the Praetors. They had to serve, they had to channel their energy toward a purpose.. or they became chaotic. Of this, Elias was certain.
"Cloudburst Wreckage, son of Storm Wreckage." He gauged for a reaction from Cloud, having known his mother's name before he did. Perhaps this would be some sort of hint that led up to what he was about to tell him? Elias didn't expect too much for him to figure it out on his own, but he had a small amount of hope that his son wasn't daft. "That is who you are?" The giant hummed his question in near sing-song as he teased.
"Do you know about your mother- about your father.. about the wolves that survived for eons and passed their blood down to you by doing so? Your blood is special, Cloudburst." He paused, his intense and brilliant red stare looking into Cloud's own dual toned gaze. "Your blood is ancient and haunted by demons. These demons want you to take and want you to serve and do their work for them." He stressed his syllables, teeth articulating carefully as his lips parted in the release of his ominously low tones. He had hushed speech, keeping this for something just between the two of them should anything be nearby. "Your grandmother held the same silver in her eyes that you do in this one of yours. And this one-" he switched his attention over to his son's gold eye. "Remarkable, just like my sisters. It is said silver and gold are the colors of the souls claimed by demons that rightfully belong to the sun and moon. The souls of the land we claim, of the lives we take to eat. You hold both souls of the moon and souls of the sun- they want what is theirs. They want to devour and conquer, and they will force you to do so if you do not take hold and rise to strength yourself." Elias lifted his chin, waiting to see what his son would believe now after hearing all of this.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
