Son of Moros
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Última publicación sáb, may 6, 2023
|| (A/N) Disclaimer: This is a series based on character "solos" rather than an actual book. If there are time skips or other gaps, that is why. However, this could change once I see how these next few months go.
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"I hope you see one day how much I love you." Moros whispered to the small human in his arms. He wasn't one to throw those words around lightly. He hadn't even said them once to his mother. The only other being he had admitted them to was Anesha and that had happened less than four times. He didn't express his emotions outside of hatred and malevolence well but he tried whenever it mattered most. There were rare occurrences where he believed he could feel love and fortified.
He took Nox's spit bubble as a reciprocation of his adoration. Their sentimental moment was disrupted as Nyx was heading towards him with another unrecognizable deity and a shackled mortal. She pulled on the chains as the human hurtled forward. He stood to his feet and enabled Nyx to snatch the baby from him. "I have already explained the situation to them. If something goes wrong, the scientist has been warned that his life will meet an abrupt end. He is replaceable."
Moros nodded as his mother carefully placed Nox on the table. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and swept her fingers through the tiny hairs that had originated and grown since birth. She withdrew a glimmering, enchanted key to free her prisoner from what bound him. Once he was released from being held captive, he didn't hesitate on commencing the project. Moros provided specific instructions to the man as he seemingly comprehended what his mission was. He loaded a lengthy syringe with some substance and peered over at Moros for permission. As he received the cue to begin, he injected the liquid into the small child, each of them anxiously observing as his eyes fluttered closed.
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