The Story of Beginnings

Painful Aftermath

Erebus would give up looking for Diablo assuming he's dead and try to get Xalgo to fight with stronger opponents and continue his teachings of how to be a proper King of Infernastone. However Xalgo felt he took one of the biggest slaps in the face and refused to any more training whatsoever until he finishes what was started. Erebus now disappointed in the arrogance of one of this proudest achievements reluctantly kept 'looking' for Diablo. He stopped after the 3rd time he was told there was no trace and every lead went cold. Xalgo couldn't live knowing his enemy was still out there so one night, he packed everything he could and left to go find him. Carlotta didn't say a word when this son left. Just a quiet sad and cold stare from a window as he ran off. Erebus and Carlotta lived out the years of royals, their reputation now tainted. Erebus attempted to 'try again' and force Cartlotta to bare another heir to the throne but Carlotta's body couldn't no matter how hard he forced her to 'make it happen'. She grew more and more distant. Almost if she was alone despite the brief moments she was forced next ti her husband. Erebus could barely even stand her wife but back then, once a royal married divorce is forbidden.
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Diablo slowly succumbed to his injuries the more he walked, his feral mindset fading with it. He found himself in a field, the moon shining brightly above it. He figured hiding in a thick patch of grass with a cluster of rocks and boulders would suffice for the night and if he died his body wouldn't be found. He failed to notice someone sitting on one of the biggest boulder and as he let out a groan, passing out from the pain that someone slid down to investigate. She was wearing an old tattered hood with dark clothing but it was hard to miss her pure white fur that glowed with the moons bright light. She lowered her hood, took out her knife and very unpreparedly moved closer to the unconscious body. After poking him a few times with the other end of the knife she got in close enough to realize he was in bad shape. His fur burnt off in some places, the patches of skin looked like it was burning from the inside, lacerations riddled his body and a still bleeding stab wound in his stomach. She panicked when she saw the wound. If it were anyone looking to kill her she would've been dead and even knowing this, she still hulled one arm over her shoulder and dragged her back to a nearby cave. It wasn't deep and looked semi lived in. She lit a few candles and as she put him on a very handmade bed she realized he was a Hellhound. An enemy of her kind and could very easily killed her...well..if he was even conscious and didn't look beaten to death. While he was out, she thought this was the perfect time to start healing him. He only moved or twitched when cleaning and bandaging his wounds but even those scared her enough to jump back a few feet and wait a minute or two before getting back to work. She had to go back to her own home but every night for a week and a half straight, she came back to find him passed out but reviving slowly. She tried to feed him and give him water but it was hard when he wouldn't easily swallow anything, nonetheless, she still worked hard to take care of him and make she he was still healing. It didn't take long for her to eventually find out he was one of the princes of Infernastone after hearing it from passing conversation and news of his disappearance. Being a Royal herself she couldn't understand why he was on earth of all places. Then came the day he finally woke from his slumber.