let me see your hand
Archon
07-05-2019, 05:45 PM
When Deathbelle stepped closer, Archon's ears turned to listen to only her. Her silky whisper drowned out any other noise. He didn't hear the frogs nor the crickets anymore, only her.
Her shrine.
Her womb.
There was that though he had kept having, only in different words. Out in the open and said aloud. He couldn't hide his surprise and he didn't bother to tame it until she spoke again.
"An alliance of blood and a brood of Gods made between two of superior mortal bodies," he mused quietly, his voice rumbling across the small distance between them. He was worthy to sire her heir...
"And you are worthy to birth the offspring of God," Archon murmured to her. "A litter of Abraxas blood in a Klein's body."
She came near and Archon mirrored her, his own heart beating strong and steady. Through his encounter at the shrine... when he fought for it and claimed Hannibal as his own. Hannibal's fall, which led Deathbelle right to him. Her willingness for an alliance. Her power and ability to acquire a pack. Now she offered her body as a shrine. Surely, that day when Archon swore to inhabit the shrine, God already had this encounter in mind. Everything led so intricately to this.
"I can think of no greater honor," Archon said, closing the gap between them. Together, they would form the next generation of Abraxas. In body and spirit, the litter would be vastly superior than the mortals below them. With this, the Abraxas and the Klein would become one.
Her shrine.
Her womb.
There was that though he had kept having, only in different words. Out in the open and said aloud. He couldn't hide his surprise and he didn't bother to tame it until she spoke again.
"An alliance of blood and a brood of Gods made between two of superior mortal bodies," he mused quietly, his voice rumbling across the small distance between them. He was worthy to sire her heir...
"And you are worthy to birth the offspring of God," Archon murmured to her. "A litter of Abraxas blood in a Klein's body."
She came near and Archon mirrored her, his own heart beating strong and steady. Through his encounter at the shrine... when he fought for it and claimed Hannibal as his own. Hannibal's fall, which led Deathbelle right to him. Her willingness for an alliance. Her power and ability to acquire a pack. Now she offered her body as a shrine. Surely, that day when Archon swore to inhabit the shrine, God already had this encounter in mind. Everything led so intricately to this.
"I can think of no greater honor," Archon said, closing the gap between them. Together, they would form the next generation of Abraxas. In body and spirit, the litter would be vastly superior than the mortals below them. With this, the Abraxas and the Klein would become one.