Can you still love the devil

He showed her his greatest vulnerability in that moment. A part of him -that suspicious part that had bloomed at kyanites betrayal, and Crux and Stratum turning their back to him - wondered If she would use it against him. If she would lay conditions on her love in that moment to get her way. He felt her paw through his fur and he clung to that sensation. Knowing it meant she was here, that she was with him.


She nudged him back enough for their eyes to meet, and her words held no conditions. None he couldn't meet, or wouldn't have anyway. His eyes were liquid. Not tears, but perhaps close to it. “I love you with a strength that frightens me sometimes. If you ever left me… I don't know what I would do. But I do not believe I or this pack would survive it.” and there were not many things that frightened The Warlord. But here, in the quiet privacy of their room. In the centre of the whirlwind Ignita had left, he gave her the truths that sat in his heart.