The child of the moon

🌕 —The child merely just stared Lucifer with those big eyes of his, not a single glint of fear found within the large dark orbs, in fact no other EMOTION other than curiosity shown through. As curiosity shown through them, something about them was unsettling, something about this child would leave the feeling of uneasiness in others. Those eyes of his could almost suck someone in, they were a VOID, nearly empty of everything. He almost shined every so slightly, and something about him could easily draw them in, whether it was to attack him or not. 

🌕 —The boy’s big eyes looked up at the woman who’s hand gently cupped his cheek, he remembered her pretty CLEARLY, how could he forget her? He stared for a few seconds more before blinking a couple times before shuffling closer to her, and hugging her, pressing his face into her stomach, squeezing her middle GENTLY. He was back, and he missed her, along with his mother and father.

The eldest angel child was thrown off when the woman she saw as a second mother left to another child, at first seemingly confused and even upset as her ears folded, up until her vibrant eyes met that of the dark eyes boy.

he…looked like casca…was this the child she had been sensing? Moon Child…

Mia sits there in silence, as her sleeping brother stirs atop of Guts from the noises casca made while embracing the boy. She sits and analyzes the scene…before getting on her feet and wandering over to meet this new boy close to her own age, ears perked and tail swaying. Even with casca holding him, the kitten leans close to his face and takes in his features, the analytic mind shared with her mother connecting dots to who the features belong to- maybe the dog man? Maybe…

“ Hello! Are you from the dark? I felt you coming!”

Mia greets him fondly and does not hold back just what was in her head. She looked at the moon child, then up at casca with a smile,

“is she your mama too?”

“Mia, lower your voice. Something out here could hear you…”

From the shadow the lady of the moon herself emerges, Rosie walking lazily around the mother with her son and patting Mia to ease her daughter’s excitement. Mia was certainly loud as the Sun before her, and it was something Rosie has to work with her on. In these dark woods it was not safe.

“Sorry Mama…but the new boy came and Mama Casca acted funny! ”

🌕 —The boy did not speak when Mia had asked him a question, instead, he just merely STARED at her, his expression remaining the same and unchanged. He stared for only a couple seconds before burying his face into his mother’s shirt, his hands gripping the thin fabric of the shirt. He wasn’t FAMILIAR with the white haired girl who’s eyes glowed a vibrant purple. He did not understand how Casca was also Mia’s mother, unless he was not understanding what the whole relationship going on was.. Either way he should of came SOONER.

Waiting had become a monthly ritual, although she had lost count of the many moons passing since she first greeted the new world with conscious eyes. Every separation from the little boy brought about a deeply infested heartache, as though she was to split from a piece of her own flesh - his heritage remained uncertain but he nudged awake a motherly urge in Casca, deriving from a shattered womb that never ought to bear life again. 

Tonight, the full moon illuminated the island again. Every dancing petal of the flower storm beheld an enchanting sight to Casca she could barely pry her eyes away from, glowing like silver in the celestial light. For a while, she sat watching the magic unfold where she always waited when the time of his arrival came around again, where she knew the boy would find her, or Guts, or both of them at once. Crouched by the window in their tiny little home, a blanket sprawled over her lap, her expectant gaze fixed on the outside world.

A soft pitter patter of bare soles beckoned her attention towards the door. It was every bit of warning Casca received before the child’s small arms flung around her middle and nearly pulled the woman from the windowsill. So much strength seemed to be hidden in his small body…. 

“Faelan… I missed you so much.” 

She grabbed the blanket and folded it around his naked shoulders before hugging him close, kissing the crown of his head softly and relishing in the feeling of the lightness his big, wide gaze flooded her heart with. “Are you hungry?” 

🌕 —The child paid no mind when she had folded the blanket around his naked shoulders in order to cover his bareness and PROTECT him from the cool air that may have been hitting him, not that he noticed. Big dark eyes shifted up to the woman he called his mother when hearing her calling him by his name, ‘Faelan’, It was nice to be given a name, one meant for him and only him. 

The prodigal son of the legendary Struggler reveals himself. This ‘ought to be interesting. 

The child’s path was obstructed as the revered Accuser apparated in a waft of dark smoke before it preventing any further attempts to escape his amber hues staring down towards the boy’s wide, knowing and prodigious eyes. The pattern of his infernal iris’s glimmering with the distraught faces of the damned now caged within The Nine Circles, his slit pupils like that of a serpent piercing past the others feeble shell and into the recesses of his soul! 

A wicked sneer curled across his pale lips as he greeted the boy with a mild push at his forehead with only the tip of his index finger lined with posed, talon like claws. 

                               “’šup ψ⊕u ιιε šhï†?!”    

🌕 —The boy was quick to tumble back when stopped with a simple push at his forehead by the other, causing the child to nearly fall on his behind, just what did this man want with him?! The boy took a couple steps back, big dark eyes staring at the man with UNSURENESS and CURIOSITY, pursing his lips, and his brows furrowing.

🌕 —The child stared for only a couple seconds before he quickly ran away. There was no way he was going to stand there in front of the person that seemed to ANGER his father and say such DISTASTEFUL words about his mother. He could tell just by looking at him that he was no human and that he was much more powerful that the God Hand..!

For all he knew, this… Man… Or whatever he was may even try to HARM him..