#`pierre

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His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.