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"You're serious to force him up there?" A voice spoke in a quiet room, darkness with a small faint light illuminated the faces. One is of a large musclar man with thick brows and balding hair. His skin the color of crimson mixed with hints of orange and yellow. He was not who spoke for it have been the one who stood infront of him, wearing long black ropes and their hands weren't of human, more skeleton than flesh.
"He is unstable- I know. Though If only I could work with him more. I promise I can fix him. If only I were allowed more time."
There's a snort of amusement.
"I've given you plenty! With that outburst he made to me today.. the fact he is to take over of you..he certainly not ready."
A trembling boney finger pointed towards the other.
"Please, father. Do not take my son away from me. Don't you have some remose in your heart?" The boney finger pointed towards the large chest infront of it. Pointing towards where his heart would reside.
The next following day were full of sorrow as the boney figure was forced to watch his son be dragged away.
"Dad- dad! You seriously can't let him! You can't let him send me there! Dad!"
The boy pulled and tugged from the hands of the guards holding him. His horns throbbing ontop of his head, anger fueling their power. "DON'T JUST STARE AT ME LIKE THAT! HELP ME!" He grew bigger, his teeth began to sharpen and drool dripped from his lips.
The hooded figure dipped his head as the pained sounds of his son being injected with something were heard infront of him.
"Take him up. To the middle lands. Leave him at the location we talked about." A new voice spoke, someone standing behind the hooded man. Their body was made of gas, thick dark grey gas.
As the room grew quiet after the guards shuffled out with the boy, the same voice spoke, though this time directed towards the only other person in the room.
"You know this is for the better, Grim." They said, placing their gassly fingers onto Grim's cold shoulder.
"It's unfair. Father is unfair."
"Don't say things you don't mean, brother."
"What I say is truth."
The gas-made figure dipped his head in respect and drifted away into the wind leaving Grim to sort out his thoughts.