Signs

The face of the gray king seemingly turned to stone as he listened to Tyranis declare himself a Praetor, for as much as Elias wanted to hear these words of devotion coming from one of his children. This was his first time meeting Tyranis and he did not expect things with any of his bastard children to ever be easy. The horrors that he did were real and the fact that he was not in their lives would always be a truth he had to face.

Despite all that, here this son of his was with declaration that he found his home, his calling, and where he belonged. Those words melted the guarding walls that surrounded the lonely beast's heart, his pulse increasing as he took in a deep breath beneath the impact of such a strongly spoken declaration coming from the mouth of his son. His red eyes met the striking yellow's of Ty's, neither one of them seeming willing to break the eye contact but Elias was searching for truth. The same words that melted his heart bred fear and doubt in all corners of his fragile mind. Why was Tyranis so quick to devote himself to Elias? Was he not mad at him? Was he not at least curious about what he was getting himself into?

...w-was there an ulterior motive here? Was this some sort of trap that Elias was walking into?

Elias only asked two things of the souls that remained a part of Ruina and that was commitment and a willingness to work, Tyranis was declaring both of these and therefor Elias would never turn him away. He would embrace him wholeheartedly and without hesitation as long Tyranis was willing to work with him. To have a bond with his own flesh and blood beneath the service of the demons of Ruina was the ultimate honor that Elias could achieve in this life- like his bond with his own father. He wanted this far too much to deny him, no matter what harm could potentially come from it.... and that was a bizarre feeling for Elias.

He had so many questions, though he was afraid of asking too many and giving away any hint that he had doubt- no, nothing but acceptance and encouragement would come from him in the face of his children unless it was no longer deserved. Tyranis so far was deserving, so strong and so ambitious- it made Elias proud, and he was certain his son deserved the benefit of the doubt.

Curiosity was always strong with him, however. He couldn't help but ask at least one, at least to ease his mind about the wolves that lived so close to their own borders.

"What was it about Abaven that made you feel this strongly that you are not apart of them, Tyranis?"