A/N: Warning: Dark Chapter
"So you and my Father were enemies…" Altair said, floating aimlessly through the Vale. His blood-red eyes slowly alternated between a mist of black and red.
"Your Uncle Zariel, I considered to be my enemy, though through no fault of my own. Fate decided that." Aldrich replied softly. "Once I became a thrall to the Silver Devil, I was predestined to die."
"He hated you?"
"Hate is a powerful word, Vale Lord. Zariel loathed my existence, but I was nothing more than a pawn—a tool bound by causality to wage war against him. That was the oath we took to return to the land of the living. I can say for certain he did not hate me. Respect maybe. But hate? No. Not Zariel, that was reserved for someone else."
Altair's arms folded across his chest, and his lips twisted to mirror that of a childs pout. "Then you'd be against returning with me as my Shadow."
