He could F E E L it, it was like some voice in the back of his mind screaming at him pulling the very fact into the forefront of his mind. The last time he’d felt even REMOTELY close to this was the last time he’d been near Malivore but even then...he was more A F R A I D than he felt his creator was wrong. He merely didn’t need to stick around to see the consequence of what his father needed. NO...-instead this was like a Vampire entering a home they weren’t invited into, he could feel every molecule of this place wanting to throw him out (but MAYBE this was a HIM problem). “Don’t fret dear, I don’t bite.”








