The Empress of HellFire. The Emperor of Ice Storms. Together as one, they will tear the world apart. Stranded in a kingdom with their paths intertwined, the fight to reclaim what was once lost will draw nothing but blood and fury.
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Venix Draywin...
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Lucien could barely sleep throughout the night.
No matter how hard he tried, he found himself staring up at the ceiling, wondering what would become of him now that Exben was no longer an option for them.
He had spent the night listening to the screams and cries of mortals in the far-off villages and Townsquare as they fled from the horror no doubt inflicted by Jodah, Yagein, and their band of brainless followers.
Eventually, he turned his back to the window to get some sleep but ended up wandering outside his room until the early morning hours. He watched through one of the high columns of the training grounds as the attuned siphons began dispersing down the tunnel halls to portals that would lead them to a sanctuary at their next destination.
He hid in the shadows, too ashamed to meet any of the siphon's eyes.
The punishment from Esmeralda was enough but to face the other siphons would be a shame he was not sure he could bear.
So instead, Lucien hid and watched everyone file into their prospective hallways until there was only a handful of them left in the training vicinity. Slipping out of the crook, he made his way back down the hallway to his room to gather the last of his stuff.
The hallway echoed with the sound of his footsteps, the quiet presence mirroring the hollowness he felt inside. His footsteps slowed as he passed by Venix's room, letting himself wait for a few seconds to hear anything. But he found himself contemplating at the front of her door, wanting to go in but his body was rigid in place.
The glance of her angry eyes glaring at him from the previous night had burned an image in his mind and the more he contemplated on it, the longer the ache in his chest continued to spread until his entire body strained.
Lucien took a step forward to knock on her door but the sound of footsteps on the other side pulled him back. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and continued to make his way back to his room. The door was cracked open as he approached it, a blurry shadow passing by the door followed by a chorus of voices whispering amongst themselves.
Frowning, he pushed open the door to see Esmeralda and Celeste in his room. His sister was pacing back and forth in the room while Celeste was bent over the bags on his bed, zipping the last bag and locking it in place.
The deity looked up as he looked at the bags on his bed, a frown on his face.
"Lucien, you don't look well. Are you okay?" she asked as he approached the bed.
The siphon nodded without making any eye contact as he sat on the bed. "You went back to the house to get my bags?" he asked as he casted his eyes over the familiar luggage he had brought with him.
Celeste nodded, offering him a half smile. "After settling on a location in the early hours of the morning, I made several trips to get everyones' bags from the house and materials from the house. Whatever we couldn't fit or was deemed unworthy was burned away along with the house."
