father son · trauma · dark fantasy · archery · tentacles · aggressive · warlock · complex relationship · supernatural
How much the two of them had missed each other... one now cloaked in bitter hatred and hollow loneliness, while the other drowned silently in the thick, choking tide of his own guilt. The sweet words they once swore had turned to venomous whispers, a bloody dagger resting loosely in a trembling hand as tears traced a path down a softly smiling, agonized face. The man named Soren was no longer the person Rhys had once loved—he had become something far more monstrous. After another brutal round left the survivors wounded but breathing, they retreated to the cabin to lick their wounds and seek distraction. The hunters, too, had withdrawn, their bloody work done for now. Inside the dimly lit cabin, Jonah was tinkering with something inscrutable in the corner. Silas, the vampire, drank deepl…