our demons are all around us; rodrik

[Rodrik]

Rodrik smiles softly at her response. There was truth with in her reply, he could not hide from the fact that he agreed with her. Even felt the same way. These lands, Beqanna, he had been born and grown up in were no longer the same. No longer was the Jungle around for him to run in or the face of his mother roaming through the flora of the amazons. No longer was the misty mountain evergreen forest that he had claimed to be his own. Each of these places he had marked into history were nothing now, nothing but stories told to children. He was simply fading as well; a story lost within the pages of Beqanna. There was nothing more of him to hold onto here, not even being immortal would hold him here much longer. His family began fading away slowly into the darkness. One by one they would fade away and he would outlive them all—thankfully, Kavi would still be around since he had gained the ability to live forever as well. Outside of these walls seemed more tempting lately. A world he has yet to explore, yet to know what it might hold more for him (perhaps even Brunhild too). Rodrik catches her gaze, a hint of light fills his hollowed eyes when he looks into hers. Even at her question they still remain a lit despite the turn of the conversation. He has struggled with ever keeping track of his hellhound son ever since he was born—the omen that came from the darkness. But their son had not needed their love that most children require. Sinner had been much less of the children he has had ever raised, perhaps in similarity to his first daughter, Straia. “I have not seen him for years,” he admits, but he does not feel guilty for it either. Sinner did not require the attention and love from his parents. “But I have heard rumors he has made something of himself within Sylva. I can only hope that he is doing well for himself there.” If anything Rodrik knew Sinner was identical to him in ways that he could be capable of climbing the ranks within a kingdom. There was more hunger within his hellhound son than he had ever had, but he knew instantly the familiarity of what his son would be capable of since he was born.

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