Legion of One

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He cared little for those that arrived (not including his children) and was quick to etch into his mind the memory of all those that were here. Those that arrived would soon push to present his enemies and his allies--both of which he would treat more or less the same. Allies merely had the upper hand of being less likely murdered at his hand for insubordinance. Something he would teach the new Amenti Minions. Something Valhalla did not understand. The whisp and carry of each of them was thrown out as a purpe eyed woman dare question him and his eldest daughter dared to speak against her--ah, what a sweet!

"I do not know she's dead. I just don't care. She clearly hasn't come to pull the throne from my hands; has she? It's no battles of the sexes, my love. It's survival of the fittest," he had not agreed with the way Amenti was lead before; their was no primordial strength in a man that was not in a woman--merely the individual and she or he decided how well they harnessed their gifts. Some where a waste and threw away what was most beautiful.

"Vyvienne...ever the lovely, my girl," and yet in every right he knew that it was she who owned her father; and yet it was not the typical father daughter relation...it was so much more powerful than that. Alena (though her name was unbeknowest to him) arrived and seemed to merely take a glance at him. she must have been an older member--for it seemed as though she saw no reason to turn from what could be her home--though Syrinx spoke none for that was not his decision.

Eyes fell lastly upon a boy-Aeron. he had been the prodigal son that Syrinx had named and had taken when Luce had decided that she would allow her children to meander onto his property. Though, the boy was not merely a child anymore. Was he? Still--no words given was no words received and Syrinx commemorated him with merely a daring glower--and yet it was inviting.
"Speech!".