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 Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 1:02 am
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 Irritation flickered as the large beast shifted within his cave, tossing aside small trinkets and gold coins as he played the facade of a dragon. Countless treasures adorned the cave, many more then had been there years before. His tail flicked idly as he counted the minutes. He was late; he was always late. He didn't doubt that Flint was late this time for an actual reason, though. He didn't count the times the morlock complained about the sun burning his eyes as reasons, but the newest addition to his lair was, for lack of a better word, problematic. Stalkid had been sent with Flint for the simple purpose to learn how to follow orders, and yet it seemed the nervous and frankly unhinged fox did nothing more than hinder the already slow schedule.
He'd have to remind Stalkid of a few rules later.
His teeth pulled back as the small goblin that insisted on following him let out a sharp squeal from their spot in the cave. He really should have squashed that thing years ago, but the strange creature was useful at times. It was a good spy, if anything. The 'daeva couldn't say he liked the creature, but really, when had he liked anyone? Well, that was a lie; Anzu interested him. She was of his own blood, and lacked the wings he coveted so, but she was the most promising offspring he had met yet. Smart, sly, and manipulative; she was almost everything he could want in a child. Almost.
It didn't mean sometimes he didn't consider ripping her neck open. She wasn't perfect, and she wasn't compliant. She used him as he used her. Their meetings were only to exchange services, and often Anzu flashed a look under her mask that almost threatened to chill Belial's blood. It was his own hatred, reflected in the eyes of a much smaller creature, and it disgusted him. She had inherited the most from him, but her body was imperfect, and he didn't like the idea of an imperfection being allowed to wander.
Still, she had her uses, and so he let her live.
Sometimes, his mind would wander during those meetings. He had never, to his knowledge, sired a 'daeva child, although he desperately wished to. He had stolen countless BCRs, only to throw away what emerged when they lacked wings. He had only gotten it right once. Lace. The 'daeva who dared to leave. Who lacked the venom he so desired but still had promise he had looked forward to. He had been careless then, letting his prize possession escape from his grasp not once but twice.
It was suffocatingly infuriating. The 'daeva he had so generously raised and cared for had dared to leave him. She had outsmarted him, and Belial hadn't quite decided what he'd do if he found her. Surely, he couldn't let such a thing go, but all those years? All those careful lessons and attempts to take care of the creature long enough so she'd mature? It seemed a damned waste to snuff that life out, but oh how angry she had made him.
His search hadn't ended. While he was preoccupied with other tasks currently, Belial always kept an eye out for that familiar vixen. One day, he'd find her, he was sure of it. |
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