@icybreaths ||| Cont. from here
The entity's eyes shifted onto the icy spear that pierced the permafrost beside him. It was about time she made her introduction, he was starting to worry if she would stalk him until the icy terrain simply receded.
He turned, the long red fabric of his one shoulder cape whipping in the wintry gusts. Meeting Jewel's eyes with his, completely dark as shadow except for the two smoldering red suns of his irises which studied the feral figure before him.
He wanted to explain that he came not to fight but to foster connections amongst the demons that resided outside of Hellβs domain. But a tug from within his chest told Abidel that Jewel wouldn't be open to talk, but prefer to brawl. She was a creature of the old ways, which cared little for niceties or charm, rather carrying on with brutality of tooth and claw. A method Abidel was quite familiar with himself.
Plus he was a trespasser within her land, she didn't take kindly to those who came uninvited. Abidel respected that. Additionally he was the mysterious stranger so many have been taught to fear, not a factor that proved him much of a warm welcome anywhere.
He wasn't afraid of fight, Abidel knew as he grab the bident that he had strapped to his back, that with the return of the staff's prolific powers he walked away fairly unharmed. But Jewel, how would she fair against such an odious artifact? If Abidel couldn't pull his punches due to the reawakened nature of the bident, would he destroy her?
He had come to mend bridges not to sew more discord and strife. But what choice did he have?
"I did not come to you looking to fight." The entity spoke in a voice that rolled from his throat like tobacco smoke, warm and intoxicating, but undoubtedly dangerous. "But I am inclined to give you one."












