Cycle || Peter & Seb
{ justmoran }
Playing the good son would have been suspicious, but Peter had still been biding his time. He'd protested, and whined, and made a half-hearted attempt at escaping from his father's realm earlier. Then he'd moped. Pouted. Reluctantly spent time with his father, learned the lessons he wanted to impart. The information, he knew, was important. In the past it had helped him, saved him even. But that didn't mean he had to like being dragged from the mortal realm, locked away on the infernal estate his father wished he thought of as home.
After an innumerable amount of days, his father finally left. Business elsewhere and a son he trusted was pliant enough to stay put. Peter was amused that his father never quite learned, but if he had that would have ruined the game between them.
He slipped away from his father's holdings. They were still too well protected for him to breach the realm and go back to his own. Instead he traveled to another, close enough, and well-known to him from past visits. He knew Seb's schedule, somewhat, hoped it was enough to predict when he would not be monitoring his realm closely enough.
He took just one, cautious step over the border, alert. When nothing happened, he started, power licking at his hands--so much more now that he'd had time in Hell to recharge. First he had to remove the bindings his father had wrought on him, then he had to weaken the boundaries between realms enough to slip through. Not too difficult, when he had physical ties there, a living soul to drag him back towards the light. But time consuming.