how've you been? // asmodeus

[ASMODEUS DI-ANGELO]

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── he too heard the song of the birds, the muted, dampened song. their chirps of usual joy seemed quieter, more sad. songbirds, they call them? sing a sad song, for once. his father moved out the doorframe and the sun hit asmodeus in the face, causing icy fingers to run up his bones. he could see their faces, hydroestatic and angelembrace and aphra. he could see them all. there, in the trees. bounding through the clearing without a care in the world. he wanted to join them, but he was rooted to one spot. he grieved, his heart ached and those same fingers squeezed the muscle as he watched aphra approach them slowly. he spared a glance at his father, who was staring off into the distance with an unreadable expression. the sunlight set his scars on fire, the same scars that had been burnt by the claws of the tanglewood leader. he shook his head. that image haunted him, terrified him. he wished hell upon her, and hell hath she received. served her right for harming his father. he looked up again, seeing his mother. paws not touching the ground she made her way towards him, gently touching her nose to his. he shut his eyes as coolness instead of warmth tickled the tip of his nose. he inhaled cold air, not the scent of his mother. a tear slid down his cheeks, then another. and another. he faintly heard jormungand collapse to the floor but kept his eyes shut. his father had his own friends to mourn. he had been alive much longer than asmodeus. but pleas,e just let them see their family. one last time. before they all passed away.

"speech"