remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
How did one fight an onslaught that wasn’t their own? Deimos couldn’t remember a time he’d done just that – eternally caught on maneuvers of his own kingdom, or orchestrating measures to defy others. Rage and wrath, contempt and abhorrence, had been his guide – soulless faith in intrepid, determined notions, bountiful precision in the state of his pernicious prowess. But what of a place where he’d been threaded into with no word, with no say? The beast regularly volunteered to fight monsters – had little to no care over his own wellbeing, walked into the realm of death and stared it right in the face. So he couldn’t imagine the nature of these gambles and games, not for an entity who didn’t want it. Who would have to face torture and torment because that was what others had decided.A soldier, in a lot of ways, biding their time, striving to survive until the next orders were given out.
So all he could choke out, push down under the surface, amongst and amidst the myriad of a hundred other things bolstering upon his senses, was on a quiet rumble. “You are welcome.” Eternally; for as long as she needed him.
His eyes lifted back to the arrows, to the bow, to everything else nestled in between. “Is there anything else you want to practice?” Uncertain which form the demons would take, how they would orchestrate and demean, damage and obliterate – skills in an array of knowledge, sagacity, and muscle memory. It was all he could give her now.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
