Fel green eyes stared silently from the window of his keep, taking in the landscape of Netherstorm, and pondering how his life had come to this point. It seemed like forever had passed since he truly lived in the city, instead of simply visiting. Back then his only cares were related to training and becoming a fine Magister. That was all that mattered to his family, and that singular drive was what encompassed his young life. Only after the invasion did he realize how poorly he was suited to such magics. Only then did his true path open to him, and only then did he begin his long troubled relationship with Fel. “But was it worth it...” he sighed softly. “Was what worth it Master?” Came the chiming reply as one of his succubi entered the room, green swirling alcoholic drink in hand. Those fel green eyes blinked once and refocused. “Nothing to concern yourself over Domneri. Nothing at all.” Taking the drink he sipped it slowly as his gaze turned back to the swirling skies outside his window.
