03. Maleficus by Tempest

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Fitting that Maleficus should appear the day his son was born. Tempest ran his molten gaze over Malachi’s slight body. Magnificent came to mind as it always did when he looked upon him. “Fine. Pass up the opportunity to feast on the souls of gods.” He lifted an indifferent shoulder, about to disappear he paused. “You know if you harm them, I will return for your life.” The threat threaded through the deep, quiet timber of his voice was real.

The pain that drove Tempest to this decision steeled his resolve when those innocent, red eyes tried to draw him in. “Don’t go.” His young voice carried a plea in it that didn’t seem to move Tempest. With a sigh he said, “Yes, father.” Malachi did not need Tempest breathing over his shoulder, although he did enjoy the tormenting game.

Tempest narrowed his eyes but remained silent. His move would force Rook to snap out of his current state, or so he hoped. Malachi seemed to be reading his thoughts, his voice popped up. “He is weak, father, you are the strong one.”

“Enough, son, leave him alone.” Tempest ran his hand over the raven hair when Malachi threw his arms around his waist. His other hand traced the delicate arch of one wing. The longer he stayed, the less he wanted to leave. “Screw this.” He could feel Malachi try to influence his emotions but that is not what had Tempest changing his mind. It was the shift in his thoughts because of his own actions. Screw leaving, he was going to hunt Rook down and kick him in the ass until he knocked off the theatrics. Rook was always so damn melodramatic. About to voice this, surprise lit the hard planes of his face when a familiar tingle swept over his body.

Malachi stood back feeling the shift in Tempest himself, the child knew what was happening. Tempest lifted from the floor, his long red hair twisted into braid before he simply vanished, his angered cry of “NO! Not now!!” echoed through the chamber. Malachi’s smile was one of pure innocence.

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