Even the gods envy mortals

Well now, wasn’t Sephiran just a breath of fresh fucking air. Like a bat out of hell, the younger Saxe erupted from the treeline, domineering in his advance but Rhazien’s haughty expression didn’t crack. Even as Sephiran wedged his way between himself and Aurelia, he didn’t protest. Taking a step to the side before reseating himself, he flashed the boy a smug, cocky smile. “My, Sephiran. How you’ve grown.” He was taller now, almost mirroring Rhazien’s height. And my, those fangs of his had gotten longer, sharper. The flame in his eyes, wasn’t from the ambitions of a child anymore. It crackled and roared, morphing into an inferno that was hungry and depraved. He was going to make this world a living hell. “I’ve brought a surprise for you. They should be here any moment now.” Cryptic as ever, Rhazien wouldn’t tell his nephew what was in store for him. It would be so much more fun seeing the interaction unfold firsthand.

And just as he said, Sephiran’s siblings emerged one by one. Yarra was the first to arrive, Auriga followed, and Cifarelli finished. Shifting his gaze to Aurelia, who he noticed was getting a lot of unwanted attention, Rhazien offered her a single warning. “If I were you… I’d limp back off into that cave.” He didn’t know how this interaction between siblings was going to progress, because this brood of Saxe was truly unpredictable.  

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