Comrades [Tristan||Soleil]
@hellhoundjoesph
In faith in Hell’s agenda was suffering. He loved Lucifer and Lilith like his gods, his heroes, his warrior siblings, but things had gotten so twisted... Losing Lucifer had hurt the morale of all of those who served in that battle, Tristan refused to believe different. Even as they moved through time, opening seals, Tristan just felt emptier. So much pain and bloodshed... All because a father and a son couldn’t play nice with one another... It made him vow that if his relationship with Sam ever got that bad... well, why even continue to exist?
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when a familiar scent reached him: hellhound. Quietly, the ancient werewolf moved through the flora until he saw the familiar flames. “Fancy meeting you here,” he teased from the shadows. “Without a ship under your feet or a sword in your hand... Did the General call you here too, Sol?” Tristan questioned with a smirk.