WINGS OF NIGHT - - open, Rejoining

[Luciferr]

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You will always be a monster, there is no turning back from it.
But what type of monster you become is entirely up to you -

he had not been back here in some time since his brief vacation to the land of snow and temperatures cold as his skin - and then he'd left them, a prolonged vacation out in the wilderness since he'd seen Fenrisulfr, his son here.

Some part of him had taken that pilgrimage in hope that if Fenris had come back here like himself then perhaps, perhaps the others-

His siblings, his mother, his uncle

His wife,

Might be out there somewhere, as bewildered and lost as he had been reborn in a new world seemingly cut off from any way to return to the old.

Alas, he had not found any, only he and his son seemed among them,

For now perhaps,

He liked to think if the others died - they might come here.

He would like to see them again.

Eyes of malignant Crimson and purest white of the edge of infinity opened from where they'd closed in quiet contemplation on the evening flight - the air this summer was hot but the skies were clear and the breeze was easy to glide across as it lifted and carried him gently across the myriad plains and territories below until he wound up crossing the ocean and finally a familiar isle caught his eye on the horizon.

Wings of magnifold - one huge set branching into multiple - and the colour of pitch void edged in light speckled by white galaxies and blanketed in dark shadows twitched and angled as the eldritch beast descended from the evening sky painted in its soft blues and purples, accented by the slowly setting sun on the horizon behind him.

He landed quietly upon the rocks jutting from the shore - a smile quirked lightly, he could still see the gouges of his claws dug in this same old rock, he had meant to return earlier truly - because he could never leave family forever - and yet time it seems slipped away from him,

Sadly that seemed a habit when one was immortal and unaging - one moments glance away and the friends you'd made could be dust upon the wind by the time you glanced back.

It took he and his family line a great effort not to find the sadness in that - and greater courage to force themselves not to distance and become aloof to it,

For tragedies lied the way of those above it all, or at least so it seemed.

Lucifer sighed, a deep sound rumbling from a large chest that carried the weight of millenials spent living as he settled back, folding those magnificent wings behind him and catching his eyeline to the trees as no doubt someone would soon come forth.

Well best not to keep them waiting,

"Lucifer Grimm, returning home if allowed - I have been gone too long" the last part was an observation and an admission - he could already scent the many different peoples here now, so many, it did his heart well to at least know the Typhoon did not suffer for new blood.

/I'm finally back friends c:

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