"Even if my path is covered in darkness, I will not lose my ground for I will shine to lead me on."
When there was no one left in the room but Cyril, her mother, and her, Calliope felt a wave of sadness. It seemed that she did miss the companionship of Lord Emrys and especially that of Lenore. Nowadays, she had less time to runabout with her own preference of free time. However, her melancholy had been changed into another form. This was done as she felt the embrace of her mother. It was very nice and warm. She could not help but closed her eyes in comfort. And the feelings which she had kept deep inside seemed to trickle ever so slightly from its cup.
At the end of the day, there was no place safer and comfortable than the arms of her mother encircling her form. That is probably why when her mother pulled away just a bit. This surprised her as she opened her eyes and met the crimson ones of her mother. Then, she was asked if she was all right. The entire scenario which she had become witnessed to at the Sands Temple played within her mind like a haunting movie. Blood, lifeless eyes, ambitious and selfish motives, they were engraved deep into her memory.
She lowered her eyes to the ground. In her belief, there was nothing she could achieve as long as she did not lose passion and never give up. It was a foolish path to take in the kind of world she has been born into. But, she did not want to lose sight of the ideals and dreams she had ever since she was young. Yielding was also not part of her nature. Yet, it happened how all that she hold dear had been threatened without much effort. Her guards slaughtered and even the notion that the Dorthoni Army was able to gain access to the Capital, it was such a blow.
"I felt so lost and helpless..." Calliope started as an image of the female mage falling to the ground flashed through her mind's eyes. She felt like an idiot for coming and allowing the members of her retinue to be exposed in such danger. How easy it was for that King to use everyone around him which included her. Moreover, if he did accomplish what he wanted with her. The standpoint of her mother would waver because of her. "I was an idiot..."
But then, she remembered...
"Cyril helped me to remember at that moment, I could not afford to lose. I must fight. And I will. Because, I am not alone and I must do my part. If I waver, the lives lost would be wasted and I will not allow that."
"Eating is fundamental and so are the tigers"
Mortals always attached themselves with theatrics whether it was by incident or by will. Drama. Sadness. Numbness. They were irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. As such, he felt nothing upon seeing the white girl's realization of being alone. Apollyon finds this rather idiotic. What is wrong with being a lone being? They desire individuality, wanting to be different from others. In that way, they gain identity. That is why they labeled themselves with names, titles, status, skills, reputations, and so forth. But then, they would seek acknowledgement through others, the need to validate themselves.
Tedious.
It would be better to be an individual by oneself. Less hassle. Less annoyance. Though, Apollyon could see the benefit of such scenarios at times. They were a wonderful source of such raw emotion. Something he relishes in a sadistic twist in both by situation and by desire. And so, he continued to rip such memory from the vault of her mind and take a part of her humanity as to say.
Truly Delightful.
Looking at the white girl with nonchalance, Apollyon licked his lips indicating of the dessert he had eaten and also the blood smeared due to the means of taking of the memory. It is true. Her blood was of exquisite in its taste. The conclusion of her heritage had been set aside at some other time. That was not an issue he had been tasked with and he could hardly care for her origins. All that mattered was their contract. Though, he would not mind the fun of ripping someone apart from the inside. As such, he would not waver in his desire to destroy her. There would be many more instances where he will devour a part of her. Thus, he was looking forward to the next battles he will be called to join.
"Till the next course."