Over Cooked

Moving through the caverns, Rhazien followed the scent of his beloved nephew, intent on finding the boy to see what he was up to. Since their departure from Saffron, he had accompanied Apollyon’s children, serving as a guide and mentor as they transitioned into adulthood. He could still hear his brother’s words ringing inside his mind - could taste the blood-oath he had made with him. The scar on his left shoulder served as a reminder of this oath, and it was one he never intended to break.

Keep them safe. Guide them to superiority… and besiege those who are a threat. If only his brother could see them now.

”This would be more fun. Had you been alive.” He heard Cifarelli’s voice resonating from a pathway to his right, which Rhazien sauntered towards until the boy came into view. The sizzling and popping of lava echoed off the walls, and indicated that something had been thrown into the pit. As Cifarelli shifted to leave, Rhazien stepped into view. “Bored, boy?” He questioned, flashing him his famous, deviously sly smirk. “"You know, it would be more… hm, what’s the word….” He pondered for a moment, to add a theatrical effect. “…satisfying, if you shoved something alive in there.” His tongue slipped past his jaws, sliding across his fangs as the thought of a hunt made his mouth water. “The scent of a coyote is lingering in the caverns…” He turned slightly, motioning for Cifarelli to come to his side. “..along with the scent of milk.” He didn’t need to give an explanation, he knew the boy was intelligent enough to put the pieces together.

There was a mother coyote somewhere in the caverns, and she had pups young enough to feed off her. Under different circumstances, this place may have served as a safe haven for the mother. But unfortunately for her, two blood-loving atrocities had stepped into her sanctuary. “Shall we go find her?” The invitation was given, and now all the boy had to do was accept.

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