Chapter 84

Tyson
“I assume he plays dumb and acts friendly for show then.”
“No, that part’s real. He hides his abilities from his people. He’s already ….*different*. As one who shares that fate, I KNOW you get it…. Like I’ve picked him up from an orphanage before… He’s born talking. His babbling is to placate his parents.”
“I imagine for a human it’s also hard to have a small adult instead of a son… You try to play catch and they’re doing your fucking taxes, debating if their a dependent like I tried to when I was 10.” I smiled. “I bet those families that raise him take a sigh of relief when he announces he’s joining the Church, not Damio from the Omening.” I joked.
He snorted.
“Oh I remember that!” Jerold laughed. “You were such the little businessman. Ash even got you a pup sweater from Arrozon with a tie and your aid wrote for you… I came over and damn near every book in the castle was stacked high so you could see over the table!”
“Yeah and I made them actually sweat.” I chuckled. “Or when I first summoned my sword.”
“You weren’t there, but the Kings did hold One Last meeting. The way I saw it, was that your people and your mates are Here. You have no desire to Want to do this, and the reason for the war was given back.” He said that in reference to the Moon.
“I Also know you’re going to likely have one of your own soon… but I know you feel it. That Hunger in you is natural. I know it… I gained it from my father… you gain it from both sides…. Your pups will inherit none of his mother’s influence, since she is Half…. Either both must be half, or one must be full to pass the unicorn line.”
“Then he will inherit the Horns.” I said quietly… My pup will be born an Upper Demigod as well. Shit. “But we change With this world because of Harmony.” I had to give credit where it’s due.
But now I was scared to have pups… What if they chose to be as dark as their nature….? Evil is Easy when being a monster takes no effort…. 
He ruffled my hair. “Ash would be proud. Stop worrying so much.”
“Thank you…I try.” I admitted. “His pawprints are hard to fill…. He made his mistakes as king, as we all do, but he was noble….”
“You refer to Brutus… I heard you own Jang now.” He said casually. “I’ve seen him haunt your castle with his melancholy. Thank you on his behalf.”
“I will not have one of my Seats that decrepit, and on top of it, the X is off his soul… You know he was so eaten, that my grandma Eclipse is Bigger than him now?” he did a double take to see if I was lying.  
“WOW! Holy Shit. I’ve seen her shifted maybe Once… He’s That Little?! He used to be as big as a brown bear!”
“Oh fuck you should have *Seen* it.” Xaxas will get what he wants now. Jerold will tell Noah, and Noah will tell everyone else. “Did you know soul parasites exist? He looked like fleshy Swiss Cheese.”
“Augh. That’s Disgusting…. I bet he had the mange too… The master Really liked that affliction.”
“I…I can Tell.” I mumbled.
His eyes glazed a solid dull red. There were no pupils to his eyes, making them look like milky cabochons.
“Contradiction has doubled in strength.” He snorted seriously. “If you’re not careful, you may die as I did.”
“Eskaal already warned me.  I’m not worried about it.” I half lied.
Of Course I don’t want to Fucking Die! It may be in intermission, but it will still be Painful!
Death for me is an inconvenience… because of my family, I know Samira will be alright if I can’t return…
That’s the most important thing.
\---Samira---
MisfitMoon was beautiful, and outside was pleasant, yet, I could not enjoy it.
I worried for my mate… I need him to come back to me… That my goddess won’t be harmed…We sat outside, though despite how nice it was, I couldn’t be settled.
It breaks my heart that she is sick.
It hurts me… it really does.
They were going to go die…. 
Herculian, I know his legend… I never thought I’d actually see him… I never thought in my whole life that any of this stuff was *that* real, since even Uriel’s strength was kinda speculation… Like the family story blown out of proportion…The Great Stallion is really no bigger than mom, already a large, impressive horse, but not *60* hands high and *angel* winged… something like that.
Mom’s Big with wigs…. But they’re *normal* Pegasus ones…
Nobody’d seen him since he was killed by the All King…
And now I no longer sensed them.
“They’re gone. I sighed. I held my hands to my chest in silent… selfish prayer. With my Moon Goddess so wounded… and my switch with patrons… It didn’t feel right to pray to the Horned One.
He’d already gifted me to his mate… I was the Only lunar magic user that I knew of… There Has to be more, but I hadn’t had the time to find, nor research them.
“Let’s do something productive.” Willow said slapping her cheeks. 
I Can’t be weak… I Must be strong for not only my people, but also for my mate… And myself. Crying would be a bad thing for me too, since… I’m Still a literal walking narcotic…
The scent of my tears will summon any current, or former addict… and I won’t make my protectors job harder.
Shakira was already on high alert, fully shifted marking the town.
Time to fake it. I know Willow is too.
“What do you have in mind?” Asked the Daughter of the Great Fire Bird, with a light Royal Accent. It made me wonder did she live in the Kingdoms United for a time…. Her hair looks almost like heated steel. It glows. “All my flowers are wilting… but least my sons are waking up.
I assumed only the red headed one was her real son with the rest being adopted. I figured this since the Bird King is an Old One. Their children tend to look like copies of them… or at least hold striking features that are similar.
“What?! Did Kaizen press his horns to them?” Asked Willow in shock as Shakira was shimming on a dark gray pull over dress and shorts. Oddly enough… when she isn’t being a drill sergeant, or holding that stern gaze, she looks almost like a different person… Elegant. The dress was tight enough to hug her curves, but not so tight one could see her abs.
She scents… extra aggressive at the moment too.
Hyena females are unlike *many* other supernaturals. Since their roles are flipped, to her people, she looked likely more intimidating. She holds the posture and height of a male, with the beauty of a woman. Matriarchal societies are like that. They are the stars of the show. They hold the power, and their males know it. All she did was turn her head slightly with a growl, and her unit that hadn’t already, scattered to do patrol.