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Shane nodded. ”I won’t let her unravel.”
Coyote turns his golden eyes towards the young man, a faint smile on his lips. Reaching out, he cups a hand around the back of the man's head and pulls him in to kiss his forehead. "Thank you."
Shane frowned. ”Of course. She’s like my second mother. I look after her.as best I can now. What’s going on?”
"Just... stupid shit. It's not my business to tell. Just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, woman's a firecracker, like Ash's mother was. Never ends well for women like that."
He smiled a bit. ”Thank you, Papa Coyote. I try.”
"I want you to do me a favor, though, kiddo. I know I ask a lot of you but... the little spitfire that you work in that garage for, keep an eye on her. There's... That little family is about to shatter, unless something big changes soon."
"I’m afraid that’s something not within my powers nor do I ever want it to be." It showed how good the boy was, not wanting that kind of strong power.
Coyote hums and opens his eyes to look at the sky. "You're a good boy, I'm proud of you.
"Oh - anything I can do to help?"
"No. Not unless you can control other people." The diety sighs and closes his eyes.
"How are you doing? I know we saw each other yesterday but I figure things can change." He smiled.
"Furious."
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"Papa Coyote."
"Shane."
“Geh weg.” Panic. It was far away and he couldnt grasp it but panic was most definitly setting in the mans heart. he moves away from the other again and curls into a ball of misery.
"Look at me. Tell me if that's something you want. Because if it is, I'll leave you to die in this shithole." Coyote moves to the other side of the bed, crouches so he can stare at the man.
This time he growled, the sound like a wild animal and pushed at the god. He didnt want to be looked up too! He was a killer and a monster and he was trying to carve out a place that he didnt in any sense deserve. He was far from balanced and far from being what he needed to be for anyone short of a mafia boss!
"Leave!"
The push, the force, it goes right through Coyote and though not even a strand of hair is moved, his eyes narrow in annoyance. It's not often someone stands up to him in such a manner, gets violent with him, of all the deities, especially not one so spiritual in nature normally.
"What if, while you're laying here, getting a temporary fix from what that is, something happens to her? To your child? What then, pup?"
"The drug makes up for it but what he is looking for is someone to control him. It’s a function of his conditioning. I’m taking over and I will wean him off of my control but this is something that has festered. Take it easy on my boy or we will have a probllem, Coyote. And that would be a shame because I like you."
"And if he can't be weened off it? If he's stuck like this? Looking for a quit high?"
"You know all that conditioning you’re so proud of your boy succeeding and moving past? Well, Orion still has conditioning that is causing this. You’re getting mad at a boy who is trying to gain footing."
"My son didn't have the support Orion has. He's being childish, a fool."
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"Go easy on my boy, Old Man." Artemis said standing.
"I refuse."
Orion growls at being moved and that powerful aura flared outward, warning of both how unstable it was and that it would cause undue destruction if pushed. He didnt want to be reminded of all his failures right now. Not when he was stewing his soul in them to begin with.
Coyote's not fazed by the show of power. If he wanted to, he could have the man cowering at his feet. But he doesn't, there's not nearly enough time for that kind of game. So, he doesn't react to the show of power, other than a simple raise of an eyebrow. "Are you aware that my son currently resides in your care? That he looks up to you, in a way he cannot to me? You're familiar to him, like a father that, unfortunately, he never really got a chance to have. Shane is special, depsite all that he's been through, he's still a child at heart. And you, you are... appear to be a perfect balance of what he wants to be. A family man who still keeps up with his skills, that doesn't appear to let his past rule him."
"If my son falls into the same habits as you, its on your head, little Pax."
“Verpiss dich.” He mummbled and turned his back to the other. A fatal mistake and one that, if he were in his right mind, would never have even thought to do. “Lassen sie mich in frieden auseinander fallen.”
He knows. He knows this was a damning thing to do and if his Order were still alive he would have been forced into a detox and removed of all his status. But he just couldnt bring himself to care for the moment.
"Pathetic. Childish. Your Goddess is ashamed of you." Coyote reaches for the man's shoulder, pulls him to roll over with impossible strength. "Look at you. Letting a psycho win. Do you really think he'll let them live if you do this? Do you really believe he's going to spare them? Your budding family. The moment you lose yourself, they will be your first targets. Not his but yours."
He was doing it again.
The single thing he was promised not to do and here he was, on a moth eaten bed in a motle far from the watchful eyes of his family, staring at the ceiling in a trance. An empty vial sat on the single table of in the corner of the room, a syringe beside it with glowing blue residue the only clue as to what was inside.
He’s relapsed. Or at least that was his verbal excuse. He’d run back home after the events in Russia and he was a fool to think he had evaded his brother. But Metatron had come with an ultimatum. Continue his use and spare his family or be stubborn and watch as they and the city of Chicago were razed to the ground.
But even as he lay there, head swimming and vision blurred at the edges, he couldnt help but envision his future. A fantasy now. Of a loving, strong wildfire of a wife, a righteous and fair partner and a child born as perfect as the sun at dawn.
There had once been a time when Coyote had believed in humanity. He'd seen the possibilities, watched the bright creatures create and work together. No matter what wars were fought, how many died, he'd stuck true to his word, that humanity had a bright future, that humans were everything they were not. Changing, brilliant, beautiful little creatures.
Now, now he was older, wiser, more aware of their activities. And it had begun to sicken him.
Why he was now here, well, it wasn't much of a choice. Ash had come to him, concerned about a human he was fond of. And though Coyote knew of the human well enough, didn't like the almost artificial air he tasted of, he'd been unable to refuse his son's request.
"How the mighty have fallen." His voice is smooth and flowed softly. And his eyes glow a bright gold in the dark room. "You are failing them. Your Goddess, your wife. And the man you've yet to know, yet to learn to love. And the child, his unborn spirit weeps to see this. Hunters are not meant to be so fragile."
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