@elijahsequeira location: fairy king's forest/rome xo
War, he knew. Raged - methodical and callous, Caius had spent centuries manipulating the battlegrounds he'd ventured to his own will. Never did he claim a horse within the race, rather, he gained from all that was forgotten while bloodshed reigned with malice of forethought. And even now, he did naught but dampen a thirst he knew he could never quench - feeding the book with souls, tying them to Python in each bite he took. The scent of another drifts along with death and smoke and he feels the breath of humor touch his lungs; the ground rumbling with the rise of the titan as it hailed destruction in its wake, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," it's just as it was before, far too easy to pander to Elijah's weaknesses.
