Mors sat in silence as he listened to Verz’s tragic tale. The fire had gradually burned down and now only a few smouldering embers remained. The moon had long since descended from the sky and the first hints of dawn had peeked over the horizon accompanied by the morning chorus of birds.
“... and that’s how I became a Pathfinder and to be known as the Blood Wolf. Unable to have children, cultivate mana or trust anyone I have lived a solitary life… until I met you.” finished Verz as she curled up tighter, hugging her knees.
The ghosts of the past still lingered in her eyes as stared into the embers. “You truly are a unique little demon. I never thought I could trust another again let alone gain a maternal bond. Even if you want nothing to do with the Moon Clan I hope you can accept my feelings.”
Silence descended on the clearing causing Verz to become nervous. Just as she was about to speak Mors spoke. “Why did you not seek revenge?”
“The ones that directly harmed me are dead, why should I slaughter an entire fraction for the sins of their ancestors.” solemnly replied Verz before looking at Mors for the first time in hours.
Flinching in fear she immediately straightened and subconsciously moved her hand to her sword. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYES!?”
The black like eyes of Mors had turned into blazing flames that licked the edges while his reptilian, slit-like pupils felt as if they were gazing at her very soul.
Feeling like a rabbit staring into the eyes of a monstrous dragon Verz struggled to take a breath and regain some composure. -”Did he develop dragon’s eyes while I was telling my story?”
Mors ignored her question and repeated his although this time in a ghastly, grating voice that caused the birds in the area to immediately silence in fear. “Why did you not seek revenge?”
At the sound of his voice, the almost dead fire in front of Mors roared back to life and tiny embers flared in the air and danced menacingly around him as if they were worshipping some kind of fire god while the flickering shadows created by the blazing fire bubbled and oozed black mist making creating a terrifying image and corroding everything around them.
Morrigan trembled in his lap even without him holding it directly, sensing his berserking emotions the chains that had been wrapped around Mors slithered as if they were alive and contracted to the shape of a staff and it's already vicious looking spikes and edges to grow in size and sharpness as if demanding blood.
-”Shit I didn't think he would care this much.” panicked Verz as she pushed aside her own turbulent feelings that had risen from her reliving her past and thought of ways to calm him down. If he released too much demonic energy the demon hunters would sense them easily.
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Small pitch black bolts of lightning leapt into the sky, spawned from the writhing shadows and sliced anything they came into contact with even appearing to cut the very air.
“MORS! Calm down, I have come to terms with it...please calm down and listen to me!” Screamed Verz. This was the first time she had felt such overwhelming power and blood lust emanate from anyone and her instincts were screaming at her to get away from as fast as possible.
Ignoring her instincts she quickly closed the distance between them and pulled him into a warm embrace and whispered into his ears. “It's alright Mor’s, I am alright.”
Completely shocked by her sudden action Mors’ rage dispersed and almost instantly the area returned to normal. The glowing flames covering his eyes dimmed and retracted into the iris turning blood red and his vertical slit eyes slacked somewhat making them appear less terrifying.
Seeing Mors calm down Verz let out a sigh of relief. -”It seems he has been hiding his true strength from me. My instincts only trigger when I am around a Duke or higher and normally that is only a tingling sensation… wait why didn't his rank show up on his status card? He already has a class?”
Still reeling from the shock of being hugged, by Verz no less Mors was still stupefied. The only physical contact he had with others in been violent resulting in the sudden caring action completely taking him off guard as alien emotions washed over him before his face started to go red from embarrassment.
He had no idea when he had to go so angry but slowly came to the realisation that during Verz’s tale he had fully accepted her as his first ‘real’ family member, at least in his life and probably got into a negative cycle with his passive abilities triggering each other and increasing his anger.
“I will erase the Sun Clan from memory.” uttered Mors in a hoarse voice full of conviction.
“I think you should deal with your own expansive ‘death’ list before you worry about others” joked Verz as she tried to lighten the atmosphere but the subconscious squeeze she gave when hearing the words betrayed her true thoughts.
“Well, they just made my list” humorously smiled Mors as he oozed blood lust as he tightly gripped Morrigan at his side. “Anyone who hurts MY family will only know pain and despair before a merciless death.”
“So you accept me?” asked Verz immediately in a slightly panicked voice.
“You are family and the reigning Master of the Moon Clan which I am the inheritor of. The Sun Clan will tremble in fear at the mere mention of the Moon Clan before I wipe them from this rotten world,” replied Mors in a death like voice.
Verz was ecstatic, not only had Mors accepted her and the past she carried, he even almost immediately shouldered the burden of the Moon Clan without any complaints.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would ever have a family again, even if it was via adoption. -”I must make sure he survives!” declared Verz adamantly. -”Not only is he my son but if he ever has children, with how strong his bloodline is, the Moon Clan could even be revived...although the original species will be extinct.”
They sat in silence for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts however Mors had moved on from their current subject and was once again analysing himself and his recent strange behaviour. -"I guess my demonic sin isn't that simple. I can sense traces of greed, pride and wrath... I wonder when it will show itself."
“It's getting late...well close to when we have to meet the others and I still have a lot to tell you,” said Verz in a melodic voice as she released Mors from the hug and returned to her seat. Her domineering brutal aura had now all but completely vanished and was replaced with joy and happiness.