07-30-2017, 09:14 PM
He remembered their plight. He always remembered his place.
The son of Mars had no love of beings that were beneath him.
So the plan had come to fruition, and they all waited with baited breath while he pushed against them. Giohde and Ouija were his personal little play things, and Gryffen had his loyalty… for the time being. But even the white Ghost knew… that he could not control Deimos… never fully.
Not if Deimos did not want to be controlled.
He rumbled with a kind of power that oozed from the Netherworld, and when they had gone on without him, he had let them, content in his new path of life. But there was one… with her sly eyes and sassy walk.
The one who would kill to show what a good little girl she was.
The one who smelled like she’d bathed in another’s blood.
Well hell…
She certainly had his attention now, even he’d only been mildly interested in her before.
He emerges from the shadow of twilight, knowing that she was there… perhaps seeking him… perhaps updating him with information on Gryffen’s whereabouts.
Not that he cared much either way for where Gryff’s current location was.
“Thana…” his voice was husky and thick, and he sung her name as his dark red eyes gazed over her body. “You returned to me much sooner than I gave you credit for…”
His voice turns silky then, dressing her pelt in his wonton desires. “Are you through being Gryffen’s pet, and wishing to descend further into the bowels of Hell with me? Or has something else brought you here? Has Gryffen been successful?”
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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