Another day, another trip into Hell. Kyran touched the jar at his waist. It held the fragments of his daughter's soul. Gruen had sent Annabelle's soul into the deep recesses of that despicable plane. Creatures had ripped her apart, taking bits and pieces as souvenirs. Not something Kyran had been happy to hear about. Much less happy when he thought about how long it had taken. How mich it had cost him.
A pale hand touched his shoulder. The skin flickered violently, occasionally revealing the muscle structure. Kyran looked toward Eae. He hadn't been the only one to pay. "Is it time already or do you want me to deal with your... problems?" Delicate laughter dropped from full lips. "You can call them my siblings, Dad" She murmured. Kyran couldn't remember the last time he'd heard her voice at full volume. "And yes. Ahriman is struggling again."
Kyran pushed up from his desk. He checked the timepiece resting in the corner. He had a little time before his guildmate arrived. Hopefully she could find the dingy warehouse in Era. The redhead moved toward the in warehouse home. Half the warehouse had been remodeled into a series of rooms. A home away from home. The demon children stayed here full time. Kyran wanted them to be fully adjusted before they met Gaia, much less the tykes.
The roaring became clear the closer Kyran got. A shape sheathed in gold went flying past. A crunch announced its deposit into a wooden crate. "Medea, did you rile him up?" He asked mildly. The cat demon shoved her way free. She angrily opened her mouth. "Not this time, thanks. Eae? Take your sister out to cool down." The angelic demon nodded. Medea was dragged out of the warehouse. All protests were ignored.
Ahriman had successfully destroyed a good section of the warehouse rooms. It took Kyran longer to calm the wolf down than he would have liked. He led Ahriman out of the rooms. It seemed the demon needed to blow off some steam. The planned trip into Hell seemed like the best option. He hoped his guildmate wouldn't mind too much.
The redhead moved toward the entrance of the warehouse. He had to weave in and out of the boxes or pallets haphazardly placed. When he peered out, rain beat the pavement. Was his guildmate here yet?
PWC: 395
A pale hand touched his shoulder. The skin flickered violently, occasionally revealing the muscle structure. Kyran looked toward Eae. He hadn't been the only one to pay. "Is it time already or do you want me to deal with your... problems?" Delicate laughter dropped from full lips. "You can call them my siblings, Dad" She murmured. Kyran couldn't remember the last time he'd heard her voice at full volume. "And yes. Ahriman is struggling again."
Kyran pushed up from his desk. He checked the timepiece resting in the corner. He had a little time before his guildmate arrived. Hopefully she could find the dingy warehouse in Era. The redhead moved toward the in warehouse home. Half the warehouse had been remodeled into a series of rooms. A home away from home. The demon children stayed here full time. Kyran wanted them to be fully adjusted before they met Gaia, much less the tykes.
The roaring became clear the closer Kyran got. A shape sheathed in gold went flying past. A crunch announced its deposit into a wooden crate. "Medea, did you rile him up?" He asked mildly. The cat demon shoved her way free. She angrily opened her mouth. "Not this time, thanks. Eae? Take your sister out to cool down." The angelic demon nodded. Medea was dragged out of the warehouse. All protests were ignored.
Ahriman had successfully destroyed a good section of the warehouse rooms. It took Kyran longer to calm the wolf down than he would have liked. He led Ahriman out of the rooms. It seemed the demon needed to blow off some steam. The planned trip into Hell seemed like the best option. He hoped his guildmate wouldn't mind too much.
The redhead moved toward the entrance of the warehouse. He had to weave in and out of the boxes or pallets haphazardly placed. When he peered out, rain beat the pavement. Was his guildmate here yet?
PWC: 395