JUST A LONELY STAR

He is as breathtaking as he had been in his youth; the potential he harbors is engraved into the porcelain folds of his countenance and robust musculature, and yet, he wastes it away on a desperate plea for the affection he had been denied by their mother. The wraith wants to pity him--she wants to fall subject to his brotherly embrace once more, however, she knows that she cannot. She cannot admire him as she admires the remainder of their family--not when she looks upon his stony features and can only view blood that is not truly there, the blood of their mother that will forever stain his jaws no matter how many times he attempts to cleanse himself of it. He could detach himself from Devya?s covetous grasp and slide into her own, he could attempt to mend the familial bonds that had been frayed as a result of their mother?s untimely departure, and he could spit upon their father?s grave alongside her, but the Elysius deity knows that she will never find the strength within her to forgive him of the heinous crime he had so impulsively committed. And while she cannot entirely forgive him, she cannot loathe his existence any longer; he is her brother, if not in name, than in blood, and she cannot pry this birthright away from him too.



The tone he adopts whilst sharing her presence is not one of reverence, but one of total indifference, and the phantom cannot help but succumb to the displeasure this insinuates within her. A hollow manifests within her chest cavity as he speaks her name with an obvious lack of warmth, and although she is saddened by the poor state of their relationship, her visage retains its vacancy as her mismatched gaze searches his own lavender for a gateway to his intentions. He does not enlighten her with emotion, but informs her that his whore had actually adhered to her demand and had passed the news of her unwelcomed visit onto his ears, unlike that of which the phantom had expected. Brows knit together in contemplation over the sable woman, uncertainty clouding her diseased mind as she ponders why Devya felt an inclination to obey her, and her ravenous jaws fall slack with the promise of incredulous speech. However, her brother?s speech nullifies her own, and triangular ears careen in his direction as he indicates his desire to share paramount news with her, piquing her interest immediately.



As his speech pollutes the tense air surrounding them, the wraith only wishes she had not granted him the opportunity to vocalize; his news is utterly dreadful and causes her stomach to tighten uncomfortably within her abdomen. Silence encumbers the paladin as thoughts run rampant through her twisted mind, mismatched silver and violet gaze narrowing in vexation as she frantically attempts to digest his revolting announcement--he was going to be a father. This fact, however, hardly fazes the Elysius tyrant in the slightest; but it is with whom he will father children that truly perplexes her. Her negative standing with the whore is hardly a secret--they are the best of enemies--and it repulses the wraith to know that the sable brat?s blood shall taint the supreme Elysius genetics of her potential nieces and nephews. Vaguely, she wonders if Ares had intended to procreate with the subservient girl, and cannot help but allow an imperative question to erupt from her jaws. ?Do you? want them?? she questions slowly, suggestively; if Ares does not want the whelps developing within Devya?s soiled womb, the paladin will have no choice but to terminate them before they enter this world--not that it would be a complicated endeavor to execute. If the Elysius family were to expand, the wraith was determined to see the next generation as an improvement rather than a downgrade, and Devya?s genetics certainly did not fit Artemis? criteria.