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His conscious quickly discarded of his mother’s treacherous words. She didn’t mean them, surely. It made him wonder though, when Sirius could send off other children to Freetown, could he bear sending one of his own to take on duties and professions that had been picked out for them? Such pondering was likely to aggravate if the dark Erischild allowed them to take root, so he quickly pushed them away and let a crooked smile linger on black lips.
While not as capable as his sister, there were many duties he could take up in Salsola. The darker side of him had immensely enjoyed crushing the life out of the woman that had been caught in the bear trap. Tak would have approved of such hideous dealings, and he remained Pandemic’s God. The black son of Larkpur no longer feared the moving shadows in the twilight. ”You are certain?” he asked, fishing for more confirmation of her love. She made him feel important, and it was wonderful to know that he mattered to someone.
He would have to deal with Sirius and Salvia, but the outcome couldn’t possibly be too grim? Pan was unable to consider his sister as anything but the strongest ally, despite her new position in leadership.
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