BYOS

Erystotle was slowly giving up, of course he should have done so long ago. He should have given up when Lydia pushed him out of the way of the branch. None of this would have happened, Malleus would have still been alive. The volcano wouldn’t have exploded. All of Boreas would have been better off if he was dead, but he wasn’t. His cursed self was still alive, and still had the potential to destroy more lives. If Pyrrhic left him here in this hole, maybe it would have been better off.

Pyrrhic paced behind him as he dug, not that the horned boy was paying him much attention to begin with. His life was coming to an end, he could feel it. Finally the curse would turn on him and consume him. Erys jumped as Pyrrhic spoke again, his voice rough as he demanded an answer. Erystotle paused his infernal task and his tarnished silver gaze fell back on the cream marked Abraxas. He was to be forced in the new Emperor’s shoes. What would he do?

Erys knew he’d never be able to kill anyone, nor did he have the stomach to enslave them. What did he do if he was faced with a curse like he was. What did he do? Erys certainly didn’t have an answer. ”I wouldn’t be asking a piece of scum like me what they thought.” He told himself internally. His ears plastered to his skull Erys couldn’t meet Pyrrhic’s strong gaze. ”I don’t know.” He whimpered softly, what did one do in this situation. What would he do if the roles were reversed. ”Find a counter curse?” He had no idea what he’d do.