Generational Trauma

Sephiran was no fool- the boy may have put up a front of defiance and resilience, even daring to snarl at him, but his Father saw straight through his facade. He could sense the fear radiating off his tiny, mangled body. The air is thick with an almost tangible sense of dread, and Sephiran is savoring the very essence of his son’s fear as it permeates the space between them. It’s nearly all-consuming- a sensation that usually excites the perverse Saxe - but because it came from his son, his lineage, it’s not as sweet and delectable on his pallet. His son’s defiance sparks a jolt of cold disdain.

"Sephiran Saxe"