"It was where I spent a lot of my formidable years. Due to the friendship between my mother and Trinity, there has been portals to and from there that are easily accessible. I was able to meet all sorts of people she met, and I've been able to witness how she cares for them. I swam a lot there, and I would sleep under the shade and groves. It surprises me how selfless Trinity can be although I fear that she sees everyone in a good light and gives them the benefit of the doubt. I fear her powers being misused by others, or her being taken advantage of, and her not even defending herself. But I'm here to protect her, if the slightest chance arises."

032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact .

Delia was fond of this particular temple. It belonged to the deity of music, light, arts and prophecies. Lately the succubi was wondering if her dreams were having some prophetic meaning, and brought some offerings with her. Even though the temple at Delphi was an old one, she could still feel residual power.

It was then she felt that she was not alone. A girl was there, looking weak but had such vibrant, white hair. Something must have happened to her, she thought.

"Are you alright?"

The blade bit, slicing through the palm of his hand. Drips dropped towards into the mixture in front of the warlock, only strengthening the wards that were built around him. Ancient, arcane magic. The sort that scared others off, the sort that few dared to dabble in. Times like these called for it however, and Evan was not one of those that shied away. No, the bullheadedness that often led him to be the one running headfirst into routine, normal trouble was what also had him flipping through the worn, brittle pages of the older books that lay to his side. The forest was silent around him as he took one in his good hand, he paced around the little area he had cleared out for the ritual.

The thing Happy liked about being a Nomad was that he could ride anywhere he wanted without being stuck to one place. It gave him more freedom but he would always drop anything if the club needed him.

As he drove he saw a figure on the side of the road, normally he would continue riding but something made him stop. It could be the fact they were on a desert road and the next town was miles out.

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Her hand moved to her stomach without thinking about it, thoughts consumed by the warlock who had so suddenly disappeared. Part of her thought that maybe it had all become too much for him, despite what he had assured her; despite the way he had seemed so excited. Perhaps the reality of what they had been trying to do was too much in the end.

"I...I dont want you to force him back!" She added quickly. "I just suppose I want to know that he's alright and has just...moved on." She flushed. How stupid was this? For a centuries-old witch to be asking someone to hunt down her lover? It was ridiculous but she couldn't shake the feeling.

She was going to hate him. Maverick was a little boy when his mother died, and immediately he was in the arms of Trinity who held him even when he passed out from crying. The only one woman who was full of love, light and acceptance, and told him that his dragon was nothing to be ashamed of.

Now, he was going to lose her too. But why must she love such a treacherous being? The one man behind it all- the mastermind Kraken who infiltrated the fae councilmen and led the tirade of punishments on him. Ulysses was the man who punished him every time, and then worst of all- pretended to be his friend.

He knew what he'd seen that night. After Alex has obliterated the man, there was another one chasing them in the forest. Upon closer investigation, he overheard Ulysses in a pond talking about how everything was going to plan, how Ulysses was going to ensure the death of every single dragon. That is why Ulysses wanted to be his friend? He deserves everything happening to him now, in the dungeon.

"Come with me," he led her down the spiraling staircase, inside the narrow hallway that led to many locked doors, which he held keys to. He opened each one and then, a prison cell was there. Behind the bars, stood a slumped over warlock, hair matted and tangled and skin dirty. He was coughing drying, being away from water too long, tortured with dehydration.

It was better this way. If Trinity knew where Ulysses is, then she will get over him even faster. She will move on, and find someone less poisonous, manipulative. In a way he was protecting his Mother Trinity. She was not going be broken by Ulysses, more than he already did break her.

"He tried to kill me. Look at his real face."

[ fix ] sender gently fixes receiver's hair

Ulysses was not all that particular about his hair, other than the cleaning process. He was spending an evening at the riverside and talking to Trinity. There was one story after another to share about his travels to various islands and what he saw. But in the middle of it, she had adjusted his hair and he did nothing to stop her. Naiads and nymphs were such endearing subjects. Trinity seemed so similar to those that he cannot help but feel comfortable already with her touches.

"Oh- thank you. Was it messy?"

He then wondered if she fixed his hair for a different reason, "is someone else nearby?"

Since the day Trinity discovered his bloody and broken body and took him to her home to nurse him back to health, Will found peace in the Grace House - a place he could call ‘home’. Not a temporary one, but a permanent safe haven for him to live with the woman he loved and the daughters he looked to as his own in some way. 

Mornings at the Grace House almost seemed to be days plucked out of his dreams; the girls chased each other around the front lawn, all the while Will watched and smiled at the beautiful sight. Though, after a while, his mind began to wander...

Wander back to a time he wished he could just put behind him all together. But for whatever reason life decided to never give an explanation for, he couldn’t. He could see his late beloved Maria standing gracefully underneath an apple tree they had planted together, her hands caressing the rounded bulge that was her pregnant belly. Inside of her, she carried his child...The child he never got to meet...because he killed its mother. He killed them both...