#fallensxvior

"What if.. What if my Miriam is gone?" (Oho? Lore drop? hehehehhe) from @fallensxvior

She doesn't know if it's hope she wants to give him, or truth. Neither one will be kind, in the end. Still, she can't leave him with nothing. Such an idea goes so far against her nature, she almost physically recoils from it. Instead, she reaches out for his golden hand, curling her chitin covered fingers around it, looking at him with those bright eyes.

"Hell's a big place, y'know. So much of it, even we still haven't finished exploring." Not for lack of trying on her part. Not for lack of expeditions, of fighting back the darkness to gain more territory, of expanding Hell to let their communities breathe. "I don't think we can say anyone is gone until we have proof.

"Where have you checked so far? Maybe I can help, somehow. Maybe we can find her together, if you want?"

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Cain just stops and blinks, squinting his eyes in thought. Fat Nuggets oinks in his grip in greeting, but Cain's still just staring, trying to process it all. Yeah seeing Yeshua again was not something Cain was ever expecting to happen. He just tilts his head before a smile comes on his face, fangs and all.

"Oh well aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

"A very valid concern. Some may not know, some may be simply disillusioned by their own altruism. Either way, good people to have by your side - as long as they understand who they will be facing before doing anything... unwise."

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Peace is something of a foreign concept for the Hellwalker. Yes, there are moments of downtime, rare and precious opportunities to rest and recuperate. But peace -- real, meaningful peace -- has become an impossibility for him. As far as Y'shua is concerned, there is no peace to be had so long as Hell (his Hell, rather -- that twisted god-realm that lies in the void between worlds and time) still exists, after all.

But still. Even after everything, of what must've been years or decades or centuries of an unending crusade against the demons, the Doom Slayer has his limits.

The fact that he's even admitting to this to Yeshua is proof enough.

The fire of hate burning in his soul directed at his friend's bastard Father still burns bright as ever, of course. A raging star waiting to unleash its fury upon the one who could have stopped all of this. But for now, it seethes quietly. His time will come eventually, whether He knows it or not.

The realisation she just said that to a stranger finally hit. At least the situation didn't turn awkward.

"Aaawww, that's cute!" Thank the moon she could keep a smile up despite the startle on the inside. "Used t' braid the hair of every lil girl back in our village. It was like having a bunch of younger sisters."

Something tugged at Murphy deep inside. He heard and saw brief snatches of everything that Yeshua described. It was bittersweet, knowing that they were real, but they were as fleeting as wisps of smoke. His lips pursed, and he was quiet for a time.

“I have had my programming tampered with before,” he said at last. “Are you some sort of illusion or glitch? Did the Company put you in my head?”