Breaking Bad

A lot had been plaguing his mind as of late. The alabaster male made his way out of Abaven, not a word said to anyone. Crimson gaze was as clear and as fierce as ever. Though his heart remained heavy for the death of his niece, he would make his brother pay for her life. One way or another. While he wanted to focus on that, he knew that now wasn't the time. Actaea and Ignis still needed him, so they became his primary focus. They had been since Elias abandoned them all. And yet...there were some that still dared follow the bastard. He snorted, tail lashing the more he thought about it. Their time would come. Not now...but it would.

He moved among the rocks in the field that lied near Abaven lands, heading nowhere in particular nor with any real goal in mind for today. He wanted to clear his head, to focus on what really needed it. He could feel the prodding at the back of his mind, the demons of his past threatening to break in. But he was stronger than Elias. Stronger than the demons. They would not come in unless he opened the door. And if he did open that door? Well...those demons would no doubt either destroy him, or aid him in destroying those that didn't deserve to live.

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