Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180823013810

(Everyone) “Hold on, Pramool. My father is your son, why would he betray you? Cerberus was always an asshole seeking to cause trouble.” Marcus says while holding his wounds.

“Cerberus never sought ‘trouble’ in the capacity that I do. I would imagine as his son you’d notice that. Cerberus sought to control the abysmal throne that held. By controlling that, he would hold dominion over the lost and wretched souls that pour into the realm between realms. His power would have been unstoppable had he succeeded. After I was sealed away, he and his siblings attempted to claim what they thought was theirs by right....” Pramool turns to face Marcus, his aura sickening as it spreads out around him.

“But Victivius....” Marcus pauses.

“Yeeeees, Victivius showed my sons the one universal truth. There is no such thing as ‘birthright’ in the Abyss, only power. Cerberus wanted the throne to obtain power, not destroy the creations of gods. He detested my desire to redesign the realms and flood my kin into every world.”

“I can’t imagine why.... Sounds a right happy future.” Marcus’ sarcasm is thick.