It's oh so quiet
I'm standing looking at yet another ruin. The red brick all crumbled, the large windows nothings more than shards in the dust that occasionally catches the light of a passing car or motorbike.
This isn't good.
A quick trip down to Hell had allowed me to begin piecing together what had happened in my absence. Miss Morgan's disappearance, and then that of the Liaison. A spattering of deaths which explained my sister's sudden reappearance on this plane of reality. Instead it is now my brother who has turned into the unseen member of our trio.
I would stand by Wolf if I could, the way I used to when creatures like The Illyria were leaving this chaos and the fight for power began in earnest. But things are changing.
It seems humanity has rubbed off on her after all. And here I was the one laughed at for spending too much time trying to understand what makes a human mind tick. Strange how things turn out.
Do I understand her thirst for vengeance? No, not really. I understand the need to restore the balance, to reassert our position in this world. I've heard of grief, seen it in humans. I understand wounded pride, anger and rage. But I can't imagine letting simple emotions drive me, determine my actions.
A Senior Partner working on their own. Another Senior Partner silent as the grave. And not a word from Holland.
And the world keeps on turning, the fires in Hell never go out.
I crouch and rest my hand over the ground. My skin tingles from the energy still simmering in the dust and shards. It feels strangely hollow and cold.
And I can't help myself from wondering that if you took away the name Senior Partner, what really is left behind. Just another demon?
I take a deep breath and quickly quash the thought.
This isn't good.
A quick trip down to Hell had allowed me to begin piecing together what had happened in my absence. Miss Morgan's disappearance, and then that of the Liaison. A spattering of deaths which explained my sister's sudden reappearance on this plane of reality. Instead it is now my brother who has turned into the unseen member of our trio.
I would stand by Wolf if I could, the way I used to when creatures like The Illyria were leaving this chaos and the fight for power began in earnest. But things are changing.
It seems humanity has rubbed off on her after all. And here I was the one laughed at for spending too much time trying to understand what makes a human mind tick. Strange how things turn out.
Do I understand her thirst for vengeance? No, not really. I understand the need to restore the balance, to reassert our position in this world. I've heard of grief, seen it in humans. I understand wounded pride, anger and rage. But I can't imagine letting simple emotions drive me, determine my actions.
A Senior Partner working on their own. Another Senior Partner silent as the grave. And not a word from Holland.
And the world keeps on turning, the fires in Hell never go out.
I crouch and rest my hand over the ground. My skin tingles from the energy still simmering in the dust and shards. It feels strangely hollow and cold.
And I can't help myself from wondering that if you took away the name Senior Partner, what really is left behind. Just another demon?
I take a deep breath and quickly quash the thought.