#strigidaeparliment

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“Yes, yes it was. Actually, it was probably worse. Just wait until the tabloids and rumors start spreading. ‘Golden Guard Unmasked and Unlucky in Love.’ Gods, every Wild Witch is going to be looking out for the blonde teen with the scar now.”

“...You know you could have just said no right? Pointed out you’re underage and said ‘Bye-bye’ to the person. Not continuing to keep digging your own grave and lying in it.”

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It was a tense moment. The Emperor didn’t speak, allowing the man to explain the situation from his point of view. But Alexander wasn’t immediately released and the Flesh still writhed and squirmed around him. Its movements actually became more intense as the two men held eye contact.

Then, being just a few seconds or a couple of minutes later, Emperor Belos managed to take a deep breath. As he slowly exhaled, the excessive Titan Flesh returned back to stone. The flesh still holding Alexander did loosen its grip and pulled some of the teeth out of his clothes and flesh, but he was still held fast.

“You fool...” Belos softly growled, hand moving to his face and he rubbed his eyes through his mask. “Both Hunters are the current Golden Guards. If he stabbed someone, there’s a good reason for it. If either one of them decide they need to kill someone, then deadly force was clearly necessary for a multitude of reasons. All of that is part of their jobs.” He had to take another breath, and dropped his hand on the second exhale.

“Do you have any idea who it was he had stabbed? Or did you get a good look at them at the very least? We can’t rely on the stab wound if they already slipped into the Healers or go to one after they escape...”

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Hunter’s brows furrowed as he could almost hear the quotations around the word ‘dad’. But he decided not to address it then.

“Matthias...” Hunter tried. “It’s not bad.”

“But, what you want to be called? I guess is what I’m asking.” He clarified. “I always call my Dad ‘Dad’ when we’re in private or with Uncle Phillip or Uncle Howell. It’s not unless we’re in public or suspect someone’s trying to listen in do I call him ‘Emperor Belos’. S-so if you prefer being referred to as Belos, I can still call you Uncle Belos without anyone- in our family at least- getting confused. But Uncle Matthias can work instead if that’s what you want.”

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“Oh thank the gods, there’s another one of us to keep an eye on our disaster inclined little brother...” Was that a sigh of relief just now? Yes, yes it was. And a big one.

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Belos gracefully dropped his leg once the other was thrown back from the force of his kick. He scuffed his boot against the ground, nonchalantly wiping the other’s blood off that had splattered against it. The cursing and clenched fist weren’t lost on the Emperor, and if Alexander was clear headed for once he most likely could feel the blades of ice piercing into him from the Emperor’s eyes.

“Merely a humble messenger for the Titan is all. Oh, and the cross younger brother of the man who you tried to concuss with a wine bottle.” Belos calmly introduced himself. “As well as your brother’s newest brother. Which, ordinarily I suppose the title would extend to you as well, but I’m in the mood to make an exception.”

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Hunter nodded and placed the pin on the table. “I made sure to put a protective layer on it too, so hopefully it’ll last.” He paused before turning to leave.

“...Can I ask what you’re working on?” Hunter couldn’t help himself. He was curious about his new uncle, and wasn’t sure how often he would get to see this uncle. Maybe not nearly enough like his own father.

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Leave it to Hunter to figure out a solution to the confused identity crisis.

“Ummm... Other... Uncle Belos?” Hunter awkwardly approached. “What’s you sexuality? I already knew Dad’s so his pin is done, but I don’t know what yours is so...” He held out his hands. Both had flat, wooden pins that looked like name tags but twice the length and height to help make them more noticeable. The one in his right hand was divided into two halves; one with the black, grey, white, and purple thick lines of color, and the other with the thinner lines of green, light green, white, grey, and black. The pin in his left hand was blank.

“I can also add your romantic attraction too if you want, but again... I don’t know what it is.” Hunter explained.

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Belos held his hands up in front of his face before pointing them both at his brother in the ‘BOI’ gesture Luz would sometimes make. He wasn’t sure if perhaps their timelines differed in the amount of Human Reading and historical material that made it through to the Boiling Isles, but even then... Wouldn’t the other have kept up with it?

“Belos, brother, baby brother.... The colonies no longer exist. They rebelled and became their own independent government in 1776, and absorbed half of the Northern American Continent and in some cases beyond since then. It’s the United States of America now. The second country, Canada, remained mostly under British control but was self sufficient until it followed suit in 1982.”