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The prince could’ve watched the kitsune splinter, scream, and fracture apart for an eternity. The bestial shades of his mind were content, were satisfied, didn’t care how the rocks and stones tumbled down upon her, didn’t care how many waves of agony were unleashed and echoing through the ricocheting chamber. He wished she could reach hell and be tortured there too, amidst and amongst all the other brutal, barbaric, condemned souls, reaching and reaching for serenity and finding none; in her, he could see the outlines of all those who’d wronged him, his friends, his companions, and it was sweet, it was vengeance, it was justice.
The magic flickered away from him, cast off, coiling back into dormancy until it was needed again. His features were aligned into only tranquility thereafter, the first time he’d felt it in such a long, long while, brows no longer furrowed, a smooth, smug, triumphant smile bridging over his lips. Orsino stood there too, proud, dominant, supreme, besting those who thought they could lord over him (but he had too many weapons at his disposal, and they hadn’t had enough power to topple the sable fox from his Stygian tower). The pair fizzled and sizzled, and only when the griffon landed at the scion’s feet, did reality suddenly churn back to them.
The boy instantly gentled, became more gallant, more virtuous, more valorous than his savage armaments moments before, leaning down to smile at the wounded dame. He nodded at her clack, at her thanks, grinning all the more that for once he’d actually been on time to save another from their plight (not useless, not inept, not ineffectual). Much to his surprise, she granted him something more in return, because as she flew off, escaping from her trials and tribulations, there rested an egg.
His eyes widened, then sharpened, curling his head back towards his chest in effort not to cry, not to laugh, not to break apart into a thousand emotions. He’d done it.
He’d accomplished something, and been blessed again for his efforts.
Erebos turned his head to glance at Orsino, and with that feral connection, victorious and indulgent, they both helped to gather the egg and leave the tumbling cavern.
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