4/23/2025, 10:10 PM
for a long moment, he can only stare with cold, unfeeling eyes. draping his niece in a look that offers no warmth, no sort of love. that is impossible, when he looks to her and sees only corruption. the tainted blood of her father, of his brother.
traitor. but adonis thought it unfair, also, to punish her for the crimes of a forefather. so he is silent as he moves, feeling slow the return of conscious and true power into onyx limbs. rolling his shoulders, trying to alleviate the pressure and tension that rode thick upon them. "come." he can only mutter bitterly.
so, everything was gone. winterhelm, if even still standing, existed far away. as he stops and looks over this summit they stand upon now, he feels only an emptiness. it is creeping, and volatile, and terrible. he swallows his breath and exhales in a cold ghost, curling faint into the sky above.
had he angered dracul?