New Blood

He had traveled through the whole day, never slowing, far too excited and driven to stop to rest, even when his paws began to burn. He scaled the cliffs of the maw with the ease of a ram, bounding from sheer rock to sheer rock until he reached his own den. His son was not there, but even if he had cared it wouldn’t have surprised him. The boy had no love for Ruina and spent most of his time gallivanting outside his borders, but Rain was the last person on his mind now. He set the boy down by a small spring that flowed down the wall of his den and licked his forehead lovingly.

With the boy safely deposited he stepped toward the mouth of his cave and tipped his head back to call his father. For the first time doubt crept into his heart, what if Elias only saw Astraios for what he was now, and not what he could be? He shook his head to himself. No. His father was wise. He would see the love he already held and teach him the ways of Ruina as an Imp… And if he didn’t, the lightning king was willing to let his oldest son take his place.

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