#efigenia.

[ofphobos]

where. narcissus house who. @efigeniax

They were gone. Nowhere to be seen or found, with messages and calls that went unanswered. It couldn't have been minor coincidence, that much Kaan was certain of. However, he couldn't very well go storming into Necromanteion. Certainly not without putting the rest of his coven within harm's way. But especially not without knowing precisely what had caused Jian and Raffaele to be missing, and where precisely they were. Which is why he had called Efigenia, why he had instructed her to meet him at the Narcissus house immediately. "Where are they?" He questioned the moment that she had stepped through the door, anger barely held within check.

[ofphobos]

where. blood prison who. the traitor ( @efigeniax )

There was no magic upon the tips of his fingers. Sealed away, severed, there was no longer the connection to the Necronomicon that he had felt for so long. At one point, Kaan would have seen this as a blessing. To no longer be indebted to the book, tonot have his power be mandated by it would have finally given him the freedom that he had so desperately yearned for. If only it had not come at the cost of a betrayal, of the lives of Jianyu and Raffaele.

His mind replayed those moments, of watching his husband and son be butchered before his eyes. To watch as they were fed, body and soul, to what had once given him all that he had wanted. A power unlike what he could have acquired as a simple witch. Oh, how the tables had indeed turned. And now, he stood within their prison, an uncertainty upon his mind. While Efigenia remained within their forces, as if she had not witnessed precisely what he had. "You told me you would protect them. You told me nothing would come between us." His gaze shifted to her, as she stood not far from the prison that was his own. "And even now, you still do their bidding."