The red watery sky above gave no light, but the blue flames on his head, partly covered by his hood, were enough for him.
The silence that surrounded them found a way to convey messages of the chaos that had once happened in full force here some hours ago.
The war had happened, and there had been no winner.
Death had left in anger - surely he would return, and The Mother's thirst for revenge against her son grew hotter.
Thanatou was forced into hiding, a whole Thanatou, King of his whole Realm.
A pathetic sight.
If he had his Bride by his side, this would never have happened. His power would never have been challenged and put to shame in such a way. If only that ritual had been conducted, everything would have been perfect for him and his realm.
He needed his Bride.
He needed her now.
But there was no way he could leave his Realm and go to the Realm of the Mortals, he had no more messengers to send either, he was completely helpless.
Except, that he wasn't.
