[ADULTS SURE ARE FUCKED UP!!! in every world, not just his own]
Someone impressionable who never really had a family of her own, ready to leap at the chance of being offered one. Even if it meant that she would be trained to do things most normal folk would find deplorable.
[/( '-')/]
I never told you what the Shepherd's shadow did. [if only because she hasn't explained malevolence to him. something else that her oath forbade her to talk about, but then again, she already mentioned Innominat so. . . maybe. some other time] But their responsibility was to basically do all the horrible things the Shepherd couldn't. For reasons.
[reasons being the Shepherd had to stay malevolence-free to avoid becoming a daemon, of course]
Be it killing or manipulation or getting rid of an obstacle, the shadow was always there at the Shepherd's back, following in his footsteps. Melchior was the best of the best too, so any young girl with as much talent as Magillanica would be honored to be trained to take over such a coveted position.
[\('-' )\]
Melchior was a tough master, but he had his moments of warmth. He gave Magillanica his name. A home. A warm bed. A full belly. And she took it all, because really, at that point in her life it's all she really wanted.
[she stops toying with her quill, hand closing tightly around it, even though the languid smile never leaves her expression]
But good shadows weren't bred from warmth. And in the end, Melchior had to make sure his pupil's heart was strong enough to accept the tasks that lay before her.
no subject
[ADULTS SURE ARE FUCKED UP!!! in every world, not just his own]
Someone impressionable who never really had a family of her own, ready to leap at the chance of being offered one. Even if it meant that she would be trained to do things most normal folk would find deplorable.
[/( '-')/]
I never told you what the Shepherd's shadow did. [if only because she hasn't explained malevolence to him. something else that her oath forbade her to talk about, but then again, she already mentioned Innominat so. . . maybe. some other time] But their responsibility was to basically do all the horrible things the Shepherd couldn't. For reasons.
[reasons being the Shepherd had to stay malevolence-free to avoid becoming a daemon, of course]
Be it killing or manipulation or getting rid of an obstacle, the shadow was always there at the Shepherd's back, following in his footsteps. Melchior was the best of the best too, so any young girl with as much talent as Magillanica would be honored to be trained to take over such a coveted position.
[\('-' )\]
Melchior was a tough master, but he had his moments of warmth. He gave Magillanica his name. A home. A warm bed. A full belly. And she took it all, because really, at that point in her life it's all she really wanted.
[she stops toying with her quill, hand closing tightly around it, even though the languid smile never leaves her expression]
But good shadows weren't bred from warmth. And in the end, Melchior had to make sure his pupil's heart was strong enough to accept the tasks that lay before her.