Never thought I'd hear from you again

Nothing felt right, not the feeling of eyes on her, nor the disembodied voice that whispered in their ears. Whatever was going on was far deeper than either of them could fully understand. Maybe it was the end of the world and everything was getting to her head. But the whispers grew louder instead of softer standing here with her brother, and however hard she listened the words would not reveal themself to her. There was a familiarity to the feeling that settled over the clearing one of home, but she was already home.

Plague spoke again, and claimed it was their sire that called out to them tonight. Venom felt her brow furrow as she looked away from Plague and into the night, as if Archon would materialize in front of them. ”Is it not?” She asked softly. They had both seen incredible things this winter, how much of a stretch was it to hear their father’s voice on the wind?