@vampishbride 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 : you have the look of your mother. that doesn’t please you?
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥. whatever heart had his father’s brides was not to be seen: perhaps their loyalty to him was what held them to this place, but he could see no love that he recognized within them. only bitterness. perhaps, that man was truly gone: all that was left in his place a ghost of who he had been, even the nest of progeny surrounding him nothing more than a grotesque mimicry of a life he had once led.
❝ — speak nothing of my mother, ❞ he speaks, and his voice is a replica of the patriarch himself; voice even, tinged with an ancient accent, something beyond their era. but unlike his father, even his rage comes with a steady calmness; regal, contained. not yet unhinged. ❝ you may take your death quickly, devil; or slowly — when i claim your master’s life once more. ❞