SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVILS - - p, Argus

[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — MALE — TYPHOON — VERY DIFFICULT

maybe once he would have raged, maybe once he would have smote and despaired at the unfairness of it all - and he could not deny that some part of him still wished to burn and destroy, to cleave and rend until all the world was tattered at his claws for all the despair brought before his form,

But he would not be his father in this, never, never again.

So when it came to Argus - Obscuro, whisper, but then he'd reinvented himself many times over and reclaimed a namesake, he could not fault her - as he watched her approach and pour out her own guilt, lucifer was not angry

He was tired

Tired of losing those he cared about, tired of the betrayals that littered his past, tired of his many children since lost - dead or gone, he did not know their fate - it was a small comfort that his eldest four still lived wherever they might be, for only Fenris he knew the location of - but then those four had championed godhood, where his many many others had not,

Thus it was a bitter pill to watch them vanish, die and wither while he remained unmoving in time.

So it was the greater dragon was silent, scrutinising Argus with an unreadable gaze as the wind whistled through the trees and the soft waves kissed the shore - the silence, it stretched for an age as both watched the other.

Then lucifer moved

The dragon curled half a wing around the other as he drew closer and a long tired sigh left obsidian and red scarred teeth as the very act seemed to weary the greater drake when such regrets made one remember the pain.

"I do not hate you Argus"

"not anymore"

There was a pause as he seemed to think over what to say next and those silver and red eyes seemed far away "I remember hating you with a fury that burned bright and all consuming - I remember blaming you in the confusion, my precious daughter gone and I had no answers" he sighed "and perhaps whether I knew it or not, an old paranoia saw you as an easy target convinced you were the reason".

"but I know better and when I named you kinslayer then for perceived fault I was mistaken - I've seen true kinslayers Argus and you are nothing like them, no matter the faults in your own past" he knew whisper, he knew Obscuro they had their own faults and their own blames - he would not fault Argus for seeing that there was reason in becoming better.

It was something he wished for himself with his newly restored mind - he would ever strive to never be his sire, never again let that kind of monster grow from a misplaced grudge or perceived slight.

But he could not fault his prior selves for an old paranoia unknown to them preying upon a perceived slight - he remembered Corvus these days, it still sickened him to be reminded of just what his younger brother had done and the dark reminders of dead corpses in his dreams did not help it.

"I'm old and tired Argus, I will not carry a grudge that can be forgiven - perhaps I will never know why Hecate disappeared and she will join all the others I have lost" his wings drooped And the moonlight highlighted small dark tracks against the scales near his eyes briefly but the dark beast was ever stoic even in his weary countenance.

"you need not run from my presence again Argus" he remembered her leaving riverside when he was no longer that small confused child, reborn in fire along the edges of the territory and taken in by a kind healer, he missed Lessa still, but he would mourn for all he lost and could no longer reach later, his silent vigils were a part of such true.

He sighed again, settling against the sand "I would like to start over - for even all that has passed, good or ill, you are still family in the end"

#psychosocial.