The boy seemed so fascinated with the body as he stared with an intense gaze. Those indigo eyes tracing each flaked skin where maggots burrowed deeper. Shadon was not so observant, he had seen bodies with several possible injuries that his mind over looked the disgusting smell and horrible disfigurement of what was once a living being. As he had said once, death was his domain and death had followed him everywhere. Demon had given him a taste of hell, and even Shadon himself created a hell to forget the horrific childhood he endured. A hell that hurt those he loved and developed his unsavory appetite. The boy though, he was innocent as he commented on the style of death. "Yeah well, any way is a crapty way. There ain't no good way to die." A statement that should've hit home.
Ah, but back to the fun.
Hyperion seemed very proud of his genes when the elder hellion commented on how strange his horns were. Striped, and he wondered if his bones too were striped. May not, because then Shadon's bones would've had to be black with that logic. Never said he was a scientist. "Must be part hellion then, cause some of my kids don't have features, some do. My wife isn't hellion at all." Just a small woman with big attitude, one Shadon hardly wanted to test.
The mystery of which parent was hellion for this boy came to light though as he confessed wo his mother was. She had died though, apparently, according to Hyperion, which should've warranted a reaction as any normal being would. Something like a 'Aww, I'm sorry!' but Shadon didn't say a word, didn't shift his gaze or even look sorry. He had no empathy or sympathy to give. The hellion never knew his mother and death did not phase him. The boy was alone in the world, just as Shadon had been. Life was a bitch sometimes. Hyperion asked a question though, one that shouldn't be answered by someone like him. But he shifted some, thinking of an honest answer. "I lost many children." For some were lost in the abyss and some had been lost to the cold of winter. Some were even eaten by their own father. "But you're asking the wrong person. I would protect my children, yes, but if it was their own stupidity that put them in that situation, no. I'm not a good father. I never have been." Emerald eyes shifted down.
That's why he betrayed you in the end. He may have forgiven, but he has left you as you left him.
And it hurt like hell.
The word Serrate caught his attention though, making his head pull up suddenly. This boy's mother was Serrate, the red queen that abandoned Saboro and left the reign to Coven. "Ah, the Red Queen that left her King, though I'm not surprised. He went insane after all." A flame nearly roared through his chest, but he refrained. If this boy was telling the truth, she was dead, there was nothing to report back to once he entered Saboro again. He would, however, have a small talk with Coven once he finished his business with Poltergeist.
The boy wanted to know more, though. See? Children were so curious. "Sorry, kid. Didn't know her personally. She was Queen of Saboro though, the Sabora is what they called her." Shadon refrained from anything else. Saboro was particular about secrets and culture being shared, and with an astranged boy, he couldn't take those chances.