In the moonlit embrace of the night, shadows danced with a haunting grace, cloaking the large town of New Orleans in an oddly eerie silence. The air carried whispers of ancient secrets, and the flickering streetlights cast long, ominous shadows upon the cobblestone streets. New Orleans, a place where time seemed to hold its breath, concealing a history woven with mystique and darkness.
In the eerie hush of the moonlit streets of New Orleans, where shadows clung to the ancient architecture like silent witnesses, a figure strode with the weight of centuries on his shoulders. Angelius, an age-worn vampire, moved through the stillness, his every step echoing the passage of time. His piercing gaze, tinged with a millennia of wisdom and secrecy, scanned the desolate streets as if searching for a forgotten fragment of eternity. Finally found himself in New Orleans after Klaus' departure away from his apparent "home"
As Angelius navigated throughout the quiet labyrinth, the air itself seemed to hum with anticipation, a prelude to an encounter veiled in mystery. Suddenly, in a dimly lit alley, the silence shattered. Before him stood his brother, Hades, a name resonating with echoes of the supernatural.
With a swift motion, Angelius cornered Hades against the worn brick wall. The two brothers, each burdened by the weight of immortality, locked eyes in a tense exchange. Angelius, his voice a low murmur that carried the weight of ages, demanded, "Where have you been?"
"Enough, Angelius—" Hades strained against his brother, Angelius's hold on his throat.
"Tell me." Angelius spat, his hold growing tighter. Veins lowered from his eyes and then red eyes. Fangs flashed.
Hades, caught in the unyielding grip of his brother's scrutiny, met Angelius's gaze with an intensity that mirrored the centuries etched into their immortal existence. "I needed space, Angelius," he confessed, his voice a whisper.
Angelius let go of Hades and pushes him. "We do not need our cover blown."
Hades, his gaze unwavering despite the weight of the revelation, met Angelius's eyes with a solemn resolve. "Oh, don't you worry, Angelius," he declared, a subtle defiance laced through his words. "I will be out of your hair by tomorrow."
Angelius flung his black curls back and smirked. "Good. I don't need an extra problem. Don't tell me where you're going."
"Cool." Hades rolls his eyes and sits down on the ground.
"Hady, don't hate me. But I need to get this done. It's dangerous to have two of us. You scared the hell out of me. I thought it took you." Angelius' voice grew softer, but his gaze was stern.
"And as I said, I'll be gone. I can handle myself, you know, Angel," Hades asserted, a confident assurance threading through his words. The moonlight cast a subtle glow upon his features, revealing a blue-eyed, nice looking guy.
"Don't call me that. I am no angel," Angelius spat, his words cutting through the air with a sharpness that echoed the complexities of his existence. The moon hung low, a silent spectator to the strained exchange between the brothers, as the streets of New Orleans absorbed the weight of their shared history. The title "Angel" seemed to carry a burden of irony, a reminder of a time when such labels held a different meaning.
"Leave me as I am, Angelius. You will not be seeing me for a while," Hades uttered with a sense of resignation, his shoulders drooping beneath the weight of immortal weariness.
"Veo horita," Angelius murmured, patting Hades's shoulder with a touch of finality. In an instant, as if carried away by a sudden gust of wind, Angelius vanished from Hades's side. The strong wind swept through the quiet streets, tousling Hades's curls backward, leaving behind only the echo of his brother's departure.
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