Can you still love the devil

Her words brought a small ache to his face, and he lifted a paw to touch the small scar across his blue marked eye. “No.” he said simply. He hadn’t thought of Hazel for some time now. They had been young. Teenagers. When they had been unhappy they had taken a bottle of something they had swiped from Halos den, and found somewhere under the stars where they could drink it.

He watched her as she took the book into her grasp, and then turned away from her. He started to move around the den. Picking up the things she had tossed haphazardly around the place. He moved a few broken items to the side to be thrown out and replaced. He simply… worked, in silence.

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"