It was hardly what he had been planning to do with his day, but it was certainly something he would do again and again as long as it took to get it right. The massive black and purple Voidbringer soared through the sky. It was dark—almost midnight—but that was the prime time for dark deals to go down. Tovin knew the routine well; fly in under cover of darkness to avoid detection and infiltrate the lair of the enemy. However this was not the enemy…or so he hoped.
With a heavy sigh he glanced over his shoulder into the darkness—his tail giving off just enough light to make out her form in the darkness. She was dainty even for a female Sailfin, though the shadows cast over her body only made her look smaller.
It was hard to read the emotions from this distance but Tovin knew one thing—the facts that he was both her half-brother and a male were the only reasons she still followed as loyally as she did at this moment. Even in the afterglow of his tail he could make out the short chains hanging from her neck and ankles—they were the reasons she was so passing. To her this was just another delivery Father had orchestrated for her to grow his line and reputation.
Tovin smiled sadly at her. She didn’t know that with any luck, she would never have to wear those shackles again after tonight. But he couldn’t get too ahead of himself. First he had to find this place his mother, Deadpool, had told him about and establish that it was all true. And second…he had to try to land them to the closest things to a leaders den that he could find.
If they were captured before that and separated not only would his position be harder to explain…but Azazel would be lost to her fear and helpless. If they didn’t execute them both on sight with the wails he knew would follow her terror, it would be a miracle.
He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. With the mountains in sight he dropped altitude a little, making sure that Azazel did the same behind him. Now to find that den…if one did truly exist.