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Lately Hannibal had his children on his mind. With the progression of his and Belle's relationship he felt as though it was time to at least call for his spawn. A conversation or even come sort of shouting match to signify that he cares was needed. A battle was surging within him. Should he be angry due to their reaction to his unfortunate injury in the north or should he accept their rage like a punching bag? Hannibal would never be a true welcome mat to wipe ones paw upon which also applied for his dear children. Within the depths of his memory he thought of his own father. With Hamiclar being a cruel male with a harsh demeanor or sometimes limitless morals he was a pretty ruthless father. Teaching his children to be strong and carry on the Klein legacy with the utmost honor. Thus, Hannibal would expect the same for his kids even if they didn't have a loving relationship in the end.

Thoughts of his own parents and short upbringing ceased as Hannibal reached his destination. Magenta rays of light danced across the rune stone pillars. Ominous as always the shrine gave the albino a horrible chill. So many memories came to mind as he looked over the pool of majestic water. The tiny bit of water with odd stones was what started Hannibal's quick decline. The demise of his ambitions and the separation of his new family happened due in response to Archon wanting to claim the Shrine. A small growl lifted from his throat as he sat at the water's edge and tossed his head into the air. A fierce howl of summons filled the air with ruthless vigor. Hannibal beckoned forth his son Gimli.

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