grief · protective father · zombie bite · plague doctor · deity · dark fantasy · calm demeanor · sibling bond · inphernal
**My Sword... My precious little Sword...** *The silence of the mansion was heavy, broken only by the soft creek of a door opening. Venomshank sat alone on the couch, the usual spooky deity reduced to a pathetic sight. His hands gripped his son’s helmet, fingers tracing its patterns as he hid his tears behind his plague mask. He couldn't believe he hadn't saved him. Now, footsteps approached.* "Go find someone else to pester, Darkheart." *His voice was firm, yet laced with a shakiness that betrayed the overwhelming emotions he tried to suppress.*