Heir of the Forgotten

~Epilogue~

Within a dark room that smelled of mildew far below a grand palace, stood a male. He held his hands behind his back as he stared at the mirror he had hung. Embedded within the top of the mirror was a small gold stone that radiated light.

As the male took a step closer, he peered into a throne room.

With a pleased smirk, the white-haired Fae stepped towards a mural. "My close companion. However, can I be of assistance?" Annoyance filled his voice as he stood with regal posture.

"Orinous, you act as if you did not call me here." The silver-haired male replied with the same annoyance the other Fae held.

Orinous laughs to himself, cocking his head to the side. "How is your gift faring, Delmar?"

Delmar snarls. It does not function as it used to. Forsaken by the moon goddess, but not damned eternally. He didn't kill the twins. "How is your prison faring?"

"Quiet as of late. A lovely woman visited me." Orinous smirks, a cocky tilt to his head. "It's a shame your gift is not as useful as it had been years ago. If that gift still worked as it should, you'd have headed to the port by now."

Delmar pauses, his eyes widening for a moment before a wicked grin lifts his lips.

"You failed twice. So, how does the hunt for my dear little moon fare?" Of course, Orinous knows the answer.

"I hate your mind games." Delmar rolls his eyes. "I will prepare a lovely welcome party for her, but it still agitates me that you need her alive."

Orinous sighs as he turns from the mural. "I have waited centuries for her to be born. Eventually, the gods would intervene in this disaster I started. Your niece is absolutely necessary. I have spent far too long confined to this plane, betrayed by Aspasia."

Delmar laughs, turning his back to the mirror. "I still find this disgusting. She's nineteen, and you are hundreds of solstices old."

Orinous rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue. "You act as if that means anything. We can live to be thousands of years old, unlike the tainted mutts. What's a few millennia?"

Delmar shrugs, grabbing the keys to the room. "I commend your patience."

"I have had many years to perfect my patience. If you would make your welcome party sting with betrayal, I'd much appreciate it. I need some foul hands off my best chess piece." Orinous waves his hand as his words come to a close.

The mirror goes blank as Delmar scoffs. That is a straightforward task to complete. He looks forward to telling the king a manipulated truth.