Quiet when I'm coming home

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


weeks had passed since he last saw her. purposefully, he created space between them. real, physical undeniable space. in hopes their tensions faded and settled into a calmer, more clear scene. but there was simply no guarantee how this would go. the finalization of it all. he played by the book, did things right. ensured his survival through it all. and as unpleasant as this all was, how sticky it all seemed, he showed up. still.

his family swarmed around now. and he smelt of them. similar to his own musk yet different-, and he needed to secure a home for them all. his intents were heading back to insomnia for the time being, under the reign of medusa. a plan and if it went right, the dunamis would have a safe home.

he arrived to the bent canyon, his scent all over the borders. it stung inside surprisingly, leaving her and hellborn. but he tucked his pain away, and ignored his prior attachments to her. emotion. when did it ever benefit him? widow proved him right-, perhaps he'd never see an apology for her threat. and a shame it was, for Érebos would've done it for her. and fic.. he wouldn't of hurt her either. he grew jaded and bored with his choice in women. and he nearly shunned the idea of a mate after this. because what filled his heart was no longer fertile for new love. but rather distrustful.

after some moments sitting and contemplating his set of words to come, the calculative Érebos finally did howl for the queen of hell.




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