Violins & Blood

Late? No one was even fucking talking when he made his entrance so how was he late? Genesis quietly scowled and rolled his eyes behind closed lids as he sighed, but gave Erebos his full attention otherwise. Enyo would be leading a band, it seemed. Good for her. If Erebos was letting the women take lead then that just meant less expected of him, right? Sure he still had to uphold the family name and that was fine, but less expectations meant more fun, and he very much liked having fun. Perhaps he would seek some out tonight, after this meeting, though where there any men in Insomnia willing to spend the night with him? He doubted it and went back to listening.

Glancing around to the others, noticing how Zaddy seemed annoyed at the news of Enyo having any real power. He smirked, wondering if he could take advantage of his brothers annoyed state later. Any kind of fun would do after all, even if it didn't end with him wrapped up in the arms of another. Not that he would mind, anyway, having his blood drawn was a different yet similar kind of rush. Then he might not need another man for the night, the pleasure within the pain perhaps being just enough to satiate his needs.