Aw Shit, Here We Go Again

The cold nights of wintry Boreas didn't bother Alastor in the slightest. Coming from a lifetime of living in mountainous caves and the frigid north of the continent, his thick coat was used to buffering him from the seasonal chill. The absurdly large full moon that hung over the nighttime sky didn't disturb him either. He was a fan of the night; it was his domain, walking as living shadow in the darkness of the world. The silvery light was far more welcome to him than the brutal burn of the sun. He didn't even mind the stillness and silence. It allowed him peace where he could drown out the demons in his head and simply exist without feeling the feral urges within him clawing to the surface when he was near a pretty lady or a particularly tasty looking morsel.

What Alastor did mind was the ludicrous amount of fireflies floating lazily about in the arctic air. Obsidian eyes watched the blue and purple lights hover and dart around in the air like they owned the skies, covering the snowy fields around the stone ruins in a sea of cool-toned lights. The corners of his lips curled in a silent snarl. Vivid flashbacks of a nightmare world he'd encountered over a year ago played back in the theater of his mind. The swarm of fireflies around a lake, the caves that had left him battered and bearing the distinctive scar over his left eye, that bizarre creature in a cloak that had tormented and mocked him. God, Alastor fucking hated fireflies now... They spelled a bad omen, and he didn't like their presence one bit.

Gazing around at the bugs, he cocked a little bit of a smirk. Was that creature listening to him through them right now? Was he being paranoid even suspecting such a thing? Perhaps... But it wasn't outrageous to consider with what had happened in his last encounter with the bug man. "You can hear me, can't you?" he spoke to the Master Firefly through his little floating messengers, a grin spreading across his face. "I've never forgotten you, y'know. But I do want to thank you. Your 'curse' saved the life of my son. His light glows bright and proud, and this is your doing. One day, when he rules this world, I hope you see the splendor he becomes." A soft chuckle rumbled deep in his throat as he thought of his two precious children asleep in their den, their fur no doubt glowing iridescent in the dark as it always did. A gift given to them by a strange elder god. How fitting for the Blood Moon Prince and Princess.


"Alastor"