Author's Pov:
"This battle is vanity, if we can't break into Lone Caves." Trigon says, annoyance spilling into his words. His face is covered in shadows, his terrifying voice the only sign of his presence.
The demons around him tremble under his voice. Darkness reeks from him, and the shallow bottom of the sea surrounding them, does little to reduce his dark aura.
His trident is held in a hand, and he remains seated in his dark throne, a hand swirling in the waters. He is right, Lone Caves is the centre and the strongest pillar of the kingdom of the bluebloods.
As long as it remained standing, he was far from completing the dream he had always had. Crushing her dynasty.
The queen of the bluebloods had once given him a scar, a scar hidden behind his terrifying mask. A scar to the heart.
Obsession is a small word, he literally worshipped her like the goddess she was. All he wanted in return was her heart. But she gave it to someone else, a human!
So, he repaid her the only way he knew how to. By taking everything away from her, including her life.
Still, he had failed to take away her kingdom and kill her children. The mark and reminder of her betrayal. He had managed to convince the wizards to turn against her, using their hatred against humans to his advantage.
Trigon tightens his fists at these memories.
"I will make sure to burn it all down. Every single trace left of her." He says.
A vow, a promise, whispered into the hollow and dark ocean.
***
Meanwhile at the main base, arrangements are being made for someone's departure.
"Where shall I put these, master?" A servant asks, hands filled with boxes of gifts.
In response, the master turns his attention from the documents he had been going through, to the boxes in the servant's hand.
"Put them in the carriage." He says, nodding his head in the direction of the exit. The servant bows in understanding, before turning to leave his office.
"Wait." The master calls out, and the servant halts immediately. "Yes, master." The servant says, "has a response come from Lone Caves yet?" He asks, and the servant nods in affirmation.
"They are currently at the base which Sir Lugard is in charge of." The servant responds. He hums in acknowledgement before dismissing the servant immediately.
He must hurry, and round up the documents if he wants to see them. He's searched for fifteen years, and now he can finally see them, speak to them... and if he got lucky; perhaps he could hold them.
This is the master who is above Lugard in anyway. Power and status.
He has been rumoured to be searching for his lost children for years and has finally found them, which is apparently true.
He can't wait to reach the base. He keeps wondering who they'll look like. Will they look more like him or like his mate and wife. He couldn't help but wonder.
His wife...
She's been dead for years, he couldn't return in time to save her. But, at least he could save their children.
Within minutes, he was ready and on his way there.