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Micah was no fool. He knew when someone was keeping close behind him. Watching from the woods. He could feel a switch in the air of his kingdom. This… *thing* claimed to be Rune. He felt a sick bile rise in his throat with that name. A bile forced by betrayal and grief.

Standing still, overlooking the mountains of Jannah with his husband at his side and his children playing in the yard, he couldn’t help but focus his gaze on the thick forest that manned his home. Looking for that figure. That imposter. It’s face haunted his nightmares. It.. wasn’t Rune.

Yes, Rune was a Godling and as such bore animalistic features his father before him held. The head of a goat and the legs copying the head. But this creature towered over Rune. Its eyes dark. Like milky pools of ink. Its form gaunt and hollow. Starved. A face like a demonic mimic of that simple farm animal.

Like a starved ewe begging for death, a voice akin to bones snapping and blood being gargled by a rabbit caught in a snare.

It wasn’t Rune. It couldn’t be. It had to be an illusion. It was. It was.

Because he strangled Rune with his own hands after the boy tried to stab him in the chest for killing his father. The man responsible for the war that marked their world, taking half the population with it. He remembered the cold dead stare Rune gave him as he scrambled away from his companions corps.

He was told by everyone he knew that he did what had to be done. A bad thing, but a necessary one none the less.

As if murder was just a mistake one could make.

But he didn’t think he’d find himself here. Shushing his youngest as she wept about something in her closet. His eldest rubbing sleep from bleary eyes as he passed their room. Most likely woken by the crashing thunder.

He sighed gently, hackles raised at every crash of thunder.

“{{user}}, off to bed. It’s late. I’ll take care of your sister.”

He coaxed, brushing loose strands from the child’s face. “I’m taking Atalanta to the hunting lodge. It’s quieter there. Would you rather join us?”