a modern concussion

*Kefka* · 01-25-2021, 05:54 PM

Kefka often wandered the lands of Boreas only for the satisfaction of roaming. Staying in one place too long made him antsy, perhaps a hidden anxiety led by the following of Agria for so many years. Agria stayed on the move away from Kaine and the Abraxas though Kefka learned at an adolescent age that she would be the one paying for crimes against the empire, and he had no worry about his own life. But what he assumed, and only a little bit of what Agria shared with him, was that she stole him away from the Abraxas for her own selfish desires. She stated only occasionally the thought of disgust towards their strange God and customs. But this was indeed not her reasoning for stealing Kefka away. In fact and what would be forever unknown to Kefka himself was that Agria took him away because of his wicked cruelty, she saw it way beyond what was expected of even chaotic Abraxas, and saw him even as a reincarnated satan. And even in her last days announced that she wished she had killed Kefka way back when he was very young. And she wasn’t too far off. Though Kefka was noble and often generous to surrounding company, he was possessed by the darkest evil. Most of the time wishing he wasn’t so. But he also took great pleasure in the torturing of others, or just the silly games he pursued.

He tried to stay away from the eastern side of Boreas best he could. Not only is this where Agria died and he preferred Relm to forget the memory, but this is where he offended the young man that jacked up his junk. And he was never one to back down from a fight even with the risk of losing his goods, but he did have a daughter to care for now so the thought of being maimed hideously made him stray away from the pack the mutated boy came from. Still he found his way over here from the eager wishes of his daughter, and taught her well to stay away from any of the packs for any and all reasons. And he would try his best to stay on his best behavior too.

As he tiptoed towards the springs, the heat in the air wafted above him as he grew closer. And he figured he would stay around a while enjoying the warmth the land had to offer him. But the scent of something, or someone rather, caught his attention. Someone he wouldn’t soon forget regardless of the many years they had spent apart. Though he did question if it was who he truly believed it to be. Was he dreaming? Or a premonition? He wouldn’t ignore the opportunity if it were real time or not.

His form was caught by the not-so-stranger from the distance, and he in turn would look to Relm and tell her to run off kindly. As much as it would be glorious to have her meet her uncle, if this wasn’t a dream, there would be more time. Kefka didn’t think Mephistopheles would lash out for any reason. Though there was a faint thought in the depths of his mind that it was an option.

He approached with his casual, exaggerated clown grin, hoping to see a mirrored reaction in turn. Seeing as his lost brother, or was he the lost brother, was still drying to the heated air, he raised a brow, "I hope you cleaned your dick well enough. Don’t suppose you’d be up for some much needed, delayed fun." If Mephistopheles was expecting a more casual greeting, or even just one of pure excitement, he was wrong. But Kefka was certainly thrilled to see his brother again, and wouldn’t be afraid to test the waters with how long they had been apart.

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