As the quiet days and nights came and went, he found he was only greeted by the calming feeling that everything was going to be set right. Phobus was sent away for good to live in eternal darkness until he eventually starved to death - If Lucaya didn't kill him first. Part of him mulled over why she hadn't done so then and there. The mighty Vampire Queen, feared by most and she wouldn't kill him? The way he spoke to the Spartans own sister who he defiled . . . The sick bastard deserved hell. Maybe that was why the Queen had sealed him away, to suffer a fate worse than death. Maybe, now that he was gone, his beloved Themis could have children of their own.
As he approached his mate in the silence of the morning, energized with the idea. As he neared, the very sound of the Vampire Queens call shattered through his body and forced chills up his spine. His ruby red eyes looked to the direction of Hawthorne, just before he looked back to his Queen. She looked worried, and quickly called for their pack. He composed himself quickly, in hopes this was just some sort of celebration they were invited too - But that was wishful thinking considering the call sounded absolutely pissed.
As he ventured into the lands with his mate and their pack in toe, he felt increasingly worried. He stayed beside his wife, opposing from Demius. The man had grown so much in such a short time frame, yet Phobus . . . Phobus would forever be the boy who spewed poison into the lands and sought to destroy everyone and everything. Before he knew it, he was standing before the Hawthorne royals. “Lucaya, Nibris. It’s nice to see you both. Not under these circumstances, but.. Nonetheless. Your children have grown into fine young men and women, its good to see Hawthorne growing in numbers. He’s gone, isn’t he? He’s escaped.” His eyes flicked to his wife, then back to the Queen whos eyes bore into them. “That son of a b###h. He should have been killed on the spot.” He felt a sigh escape his maw, as he looked back he could see Valkyrie and Yesimire had joined, Yesimire sticking beside her husband. "What do we need to do?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"This war is ours!"
| Tied to Themis | Father | King of Amberbjorne | Metalhead |
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