violent delights

Soon enough, the esteemed emperor made himself known. Rounding the corner of one of the many halls leading throughout the castle, the titanic male lumbered into view. He stood fast under the appraisal of his emperor, holding himself steady as the larger man approached. His tail swept once, twice across his heels in anticipation. "Mephistopheles," the greeting was curt, but not malicious. "What can I do for you? Any word of your family?" he questioned with the ease of a true divinity, the words rolled off his tongue easily.

"My father sent me back to resume my training while he seeks out my mother. She is nowhere to be found, and he will not rest until she is returned with my brother, I assure you." his own croon met the air, not as deep as Malleus' by any means. His features hardened as he attempted to impress the gravity of the situation to his emperor, and instill some form of faith that his father would only return with Agria and Kefka in tow. That kind of shame was not such to be borne lightly, and Kaine would not do so within the confines of pack lands.

"As for me," he began, features softening into a neutral expression. His heart stuttered in his chest. Would Malleus forgive him? "I would like to become a warrior for the Empire. To bring glory to the Abraxas name, and train under you once more- if you would spare me the time where possible." he announced, hope glinting in his cerulean gaze. He hoped against all hope that he could resume his tutelage, but would accept to be taught by another warrior. Like Ashiel, who had offered to assist when he could.