this too shall pass

[DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS]

Orders Over Feelings

9 March 2024

Liam's words were sinking in. It had to be a joke. It had to be. It wasn't that he didn't think it was possible, no this was Preston after all, it was that he needed it not to be. It all started to blur together, did he push the younger man? He couldn't recall as he slammed the door to his shop and heaved shallow breaths into his lungs. All he knew was that he was alone now. Of all people Liam had to tell him this - he had to come to him. Letting out a frustrated yell Dante found his world turned red and it stayed red till he stood among the damage of his rage. Preston Sherwood finally slipped up and Dante hated him for it.

Dante itched at his scar riddled skin. His intended target had never been the boy of eighteen, no it had been his uncle. Why hadn't he killed the man when he had the chance, why did he wait? It'd been eight years since he was first sent on this mission. What had happened in those eight years that he now found himself questioning if doing this would be worth being claimed. He had been wanting to be a Panos again since his father had stripped him of his name fifteen years ago - why was he questioning that now? Wasn't family everything? The itch became persistent, harder and harder to ignore. He didn't want to try and understand the emotions he was feeling, no it was dangerous to feel, he couldn't love and he couldn't hate; but in that moment he swore he was feeling both.

He left England with haste and found himself in the slums of Greece, it didn't take long to find what he was looking for - the seediest wizarding bar there was in Patras. It didn't take long to get himself into a fight, to find himself covered in another man's blood as he stumbled away from a back alley his body flooded in a rush of adrenaline as he could feel his own blood spilling with each steady thump of his heart. He barely remembered getting himself to the Panos estate, he was even more fuzzy on the details of how he ended up in the tiled shower with the cold water rushing over hiss fully clothed body. Maybe it hadn't started as a cold shower.

He could feel someone's eyes on him but he was coming down from his rush and was too far gone to bother trying to see who had dragged his sorry arse into the shower. That was until his companion spoke up. The voice was soft, a whisper that was probably not even meant for him to hear, but her voice - well it was one he always struggled to ignore. Her Greek words fell smoothly upon his ears, even if he could find insult in every word that dripped from her lips some how he also found a strange comfort in them. Maybe it was because in all his life she was the only one to ever talk to him in such a way.

"<Dante you fool, what did you do this time?>"

His eyes drifted in her direction, Cressida, he should have guessed it was her he would find; after all what other Panos healer would actually make sure he lived to see morning light? He scoffed and tried to move wincing at each tug on his muscles resonated through out his body. How he hurt, but the pain - it made him close his eyes and breath in deep, the cold water stinging as it beat against his clothing. Yes the pain was something he reveled in, it was easier to feel pain then it was to feel anything else.

"<Hold still, you're still healing.">

He could feel her body heat radiating next to him as she leaned over to turn off the running water.

"<Some healer you are, trying to give me hypothermia?>" His words were no soft, no he hadn't been soft with Cressida since she chose Luca over him. He knew what she had thrown him in the shower for though, a sure way to sober him after a fight. Always one to try and save him from himself - that was what she used to say it was for. But he didn't need saving. He closed his eyes as he felt her hands running over his body, finger pressing into bruises and running along open wounds. Soft murmurs of healing spells and slow easing of the pain - how she must have hated him to do this to him. He couldn't take it, his hand shot out and grabbed her arms tightly.

<"Luca, is he->" but before he could even finish his question she interjected.

"<Gone, with your father for the week. You know he would have kicked you out to the street to die had he been here to find you in the state you came in...>"

The faintest hint of a smirk pulled at the corner of Dante's mouth. No Luca. No father. An odd feeling rushed over Dante. Was it relief? Was he content to know that neither his father or his brother had to know yet just what Liam had discovered? He knew the girl would have a price on her head once they found out. But since they didn't know there was still time for him to come up with a plan.

"<Good.>" He muttered darkly before pushing Cressida away from him so he could get himself standing. He looked at her as she rubbed where his grip had been right around her arm, smirking as he stumbled over to her and pinned her to the wall. "<Because I know Luca would really kill me if he was here when I did this...>"

If he was going to feel - he might as well make it worth his while after all.

23 March 2024

Mindlessly Dante worked on finishing a tattoo on his customer, some tribute to one of those damn Quidditch teams that they swore they would support till the day of their death. He barely heard the words Liam spoke about how once again Dante had created one of the stupidest tattoos. Dante had been distant since Liam brought the 'hilarious' news of Preston's girlfriend. It hadn't been easy looking into the girl's family, not with out drawing the attention of Preston that was. It seemed as if the boy was prepared to try and keep her hidden until his kids were ready to be trained. Dante couldn't deny that Preston Sherwood at least was smart enough to realize just how much of a weakness the girl was to him - it was only a shame that he did too. Sighing Dante ran a hand over his face. The full moon was in two days, their hunt would start tonight, track a pack and take them out - except, he would be leaving them when the full moon came.

He brushed Liam off, sent him else where with a bottle of vodka from Russia and a bag of a nice green herb from out of country. He needed Liam as far from sober as possible. It was a blessing and a curse. Liam was so blindly ignorant in his own way. So was Preston though. Neither knew a Panos was in their ranks, well no - he wasn't a Panos, not in name. He was the oldest of the three, someone they had assumed to be some Carpethos that was too far down the line to ever be the family heir which is why he found some other family to join. What would they think when the truth came to light that he was the Panos bastard? Well he wouldn't be a bastard for long, not once he was named again and then he could take Luca out of the picture..and Angelo. Yes, what would Preston and Liam think of they knew he was the one who was going to claim the head of the Panos family...and what would they think knowing the cost of it all was to bring about the chaos and ultimate end of the Sherwood, Scavio, and Ifnoh family reign? What did he even think of this cost?

It didn't take long for his shop to be torn apart. It wasn't like he would be coming back here again, not after the full moon. Not after he let the world know that Preston Sherwood was trying to ensure his family's reign. Why couldn't the girl have been a halfblood? Or why couldn't Preston have been the jerk they all knew him to be? He didn't have to claim the children, he didn't have to claim the girl. But Preston had made his bed and because of that....well Dante could twist it how ever he wanted to try and ease his mind into thinking that some how this was Preston's fault.

He didn't tell them where he went, or even that he wouldn't be on the hunt. Its not as if they would suspect an act such as this from him. Eight years he had been under their oaths. He had watched them grow from children to hunters - heirs and leaders. How red his world was tinted. There was no going back now though, the plan was already too far in motion.

25 March 2024

The moon would soon be at its peak. Dante had been watching the house for most of the day. He recalled when he first realized the girl's aunt show signs of her condition. It had been one thing that she was a filthy muggle, but a mutt at that? Well in many ways Dante had been thankful for this, it meant he didn't have to go after Bryony. While the girl meant nothing to himself the idea of harming a mother-to-be, a pureblood one at that, well it was a waste. But a muggle mutt? There was also the option of the half-breed cousin, a girl of sixteen. But Preston was his target, not Bryony, and the half-breed held no worth to the boy - and neither did a broken woman.

He knew when the mutt had been caged and waited for the sounds of a confirmed turn. Some how it felt easier to do what he had to do after the transformation. Maybe it was because in this state she couldn't scream. Caged away inside a barn, even as a boy who grew up in the Panos family he some how wondered why the elder Moonberry thought this to not be torment to his wife. Maybe they couldn't afford the potions that would tame her so she couldn't run free. Then again, caged like the animal she was she might as well have been gift wrapped for him.

He entered the bar carefully and eyed the caged animal. Circling the cage a few times as he dragged the silver dagger along the bars.

"Hello Lotus...." He said, his voice filled with a mixture of emotions. "I wonder if you know whats about to happen...I know you can hear my heart beat,its steady though so that much be confusing. Don't worry though, I'll make this quick for you. trust me when I say I am doing this out of compassion, you're a mother - you understand, after all wouldn't you give anything for your daughter, or even your niece? You're life is hardly that much to pay with in compassion to theirs...though the ones that come after me...well they might not show the compassion I am. Its the price he pays though for taking her - you're niece. She doesn't belong in his world, he should have known that."

He stopped and got down so he could look the beast in its eyes. Yes - she was nothing more than a filthy animal that didn't even understand a word of what he was saying. It didn't matter though. He knew he was showing her an act of kindness - if anything he was ending the torment of being locked up each full moon instead of running free. This wasn't a hunt, this was a mercy killing, and it was a shame.

The silencing charms on the barn made the killing a secret, it wouldn't be till morning that she was found. Her manged body hung in a way that only a Panos would do, her canines now his trophies that weighed heavily in his pocket. Dawn was coming and he could no longer linger with the body that hung to decay. Who knew killing a muggle mutt could make him feel so numb, it was a kill he would have enjoyed any other day, but this time he felt nothing.

He made one last trip tot he Inferno, to set it a blaze. In a few hours word would spread of what was done. Preston would receive word and so would the rest of the hunting world. Everyone would know that Preston Sherwood had a weakness and that the Panos family was finally seeking their revenge on the Scavios for their attempt to wipe them from the world. And he...he would be a true Panos again.

He watched with stoned emotions as the Inferno caught flame. There was no coming back. He tried not to think about Preston or Liam, or any of the other hunters he had been with for the past eight years. He was a Panos and they would all know soon enough, and there was no coming back from that. Dante Panos would always be a traitor. He watched a minute longer as his shop burned, along with it so did Dante Carpethos. He never though it would hurt so much to be losing a name he had never wanted to gain the one he had craved more than life itself. A final look and a crack and Dante went as far away from England as he could, war was coming and he needed to remember just whose side he was on.

TAG: LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH, PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
NOTES: this plot affects @merville @moonberry DARIELL BRICE MOONBERRY BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY, as everyone is in different places it might be best if we branch out into separate threads, pm me if you have ant questions.

[LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH]

You better be ready to bring us your worst,
This army is our family, oh, this is our family, and family comes first.

LIAM
Everything was hectic Preston was fuming and gathering all the hunters at his uncle's manor. Being closer to Preston than the others meant he knew exactly what was happening, someone had targeted the family. They knew it was someone close to them, Preston had told the hunters three days ago that he had been expecting a kid. Liam however knew for weeks, so did Dante and things should've added up right then and there. When had Dante ever missed a hunt...a meeting? Nothing was making sense and Liam was starting to get restless. It had been fifteen hours since he had his last drink, he wasn't even able to look at alcohol or drugs he was just angry. It was always his family that was in danger, everything was supposed to be okay now. His father had left after betraying their clan and now there was another traitor, Liam made it his mission to find that person and kill them. He wondered if Preston would think it was him, that history was repeating himself, he was the first one to know about Bryony. It was logical that he could've been one of the only ones who no for long enough. When he got there everything was mess, pictures were thrown off the walls and furniture splintered in half. Tornado Preston had run rampant through his uncle's manor and Liam wanted to know why, most importantly where the hell was Dante?

Leaving the manor he apparated over to the shop and froze...it was gone. It was all clicking into place as he walked into the burned down shop. The anger, the oddities, the dog fights. Why PJ's uncle stepped down and always watched Dante closely, he had known. Liam could feel burning slowly, consuming him that anger....the anger he always watered down with booze, drugs and cheap girls. Everything was burned to a crisp and he just stood there in the wreckage staring st the chair he used to pass out drunk in. Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut, it was all his fault. He smiled bitterly at the irony that HIS chair would be standing there at the around the wreckage. Like that was supposed to be a sign of some sort. It meant nothing, it meant that once again his family had ruined everything, had put the clan in danger. He had failed at his vows, he had sworn loyalty to Preston and no matter how many times he had plotted the boys death...he saw him as a brother. Jessica and Preston were all that he had left because Dante was always fake....using him...a traitor like his father.

"Why!?!" He screamed at no one i'm particular, it was early morning and no one was there, just him and that stupid chair alone in the wreckage. He took out his wand and blasted the chair, then set it on fire. There was nothing left for him there and he heard the tell tale sign of apparition and knew it was Preston. He listened to the footsteps and closed his eyes. "I shouldn't have told him...it's all my fault" He couldn't take it, he didn't give two flying fisbangs that the mutt was dead but his family had been attacked it was all his fault and he should pay for it. Liam kicked the nearest thing, the burned remains of the shop...his favorite hand out place. "He knew...you know he did and he didn't even warn us." With that he apparated away, it was on, Dante had made it on to his list. This was the first time in six years that he had to add a family member to that list. How many people had PJ added, not even creatures just people that presented a threat to the family. It was his duty to protect the family from threats, he wanted to prove that he wasn't his father. In the process he had made the ultimate mistake, you didn't ever put the wifey in danger and he did that. Storming into his house he destroyed everything, all the bottles on the shelve the furniture....he had just lost a brother.

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TAGGED. DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS

NOTES. Im not okay

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become

preston


Preston didn't know what to do, he found when she did and he literally didn't understand what to do. He was so angry, he knew that his he could get answers at his uncle's house but it wasn't good enough for him. He wanted them dead, he didn't care who it was or what they were trying to prove. Everyone involved and so many more would pay for what they did. If he was being honest with himself he didn't give to flying fisbangs that the werewolf was dead. He didn't care that Bryony for one moment thought he might have have had something to do with her death. He cared that his family was in danger, his kids were in danger...she was in danger and as long as it wasn't her and the kids he didn't care how many people died to make sure they were safe. He left a sleeping a Bryony in bed and called Marcy and Leyshell they would know what he wanted. She needed to leave and he couldn't deal with her arguing right now. Once they arrived he apparated to his uncles to find him waiting for him with a smug look. It was always that stupid I know more than you look. Pushing past his uncle he went inside the Manor, seeing most of the senior hunters there it angered him.

"Preston there was always a risk that families would find out and retaliate especially certain ones." His anger grew, he hated people treating him like a misbehaving child. They weren't the ones giving up their lives, they were safe drinking brandy and joking about his life. "Then they'll all die, every single person" He angrily walked into his uncle's office and sat in chair behind the desk. He knew that his uncle wasn't telling him something, nothing was adding up and everything always added up. The elf told him Liam and arrived during his rampage through his uncle's house but left. He knew exactly when he was going but when he got there he looked around. That lying sob he knew, he knew that Dante was the traitor all those lectures about choosing his friends wisely it was all because he knew about Dante. He couldn't even listen to Liam's path down destruction another brother of his had betrayed them. Maybe porter hadn't meant to, maybe porter was Liam's fathers fault but he couldn't blame Liam but he could blame his uncle.

He waited for Liam to leave before looking around, he wanted to know who would do this....he was going to slaughter the whole family. Apparting back to his shop he went straight for his uncle not caring that everyone was there. He didn't know what it was that set him off was it word Panos or the fact he kept saying I, I, I. It wasn't about him, or how he didn't think they would be this stupid but they were and unlike his grandfather he would make sure they were wiped clean off the face of the earth starting with Dante. Only he didn't really want to kill Dante he needed to make a example out of him though, his family. Preston Sherwood wouldn't allow anyone to get away with hurting his family, or putting a big neon sign on the mother of his unborn children. Eventually his mother broke up the fight, by that time his uncle was a bloody pulp and he had broken jaw and a busted lip. Animals she called them, fighting each other instead of the enemy but his Uncle was the enemy. "We're going to kill them all" He said when Liam walked through and threw his jacket on the couch, "I don't care how many there is every single one dies...and we need a plan"

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TAGGED. LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS

NOTES. Im not okay

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS]

Orders Over Feelings

His mind was racing as he found himself knocked to the marble floor, already there was blood spatter but just whose it was, was debatable. He should have known this was coming, known that Luca was never going to allow it. Just like their brother he would die before he saw Dante be claimed. He hurried to his feet dagger drawn as he stared down the older man, his eyes dart behind him though where the small girl lay all to still on the floor. He couldn't even feel his heart beat anymore with how quickly it raced.

"<You're running out of time Dante - you wont be able to save her, just like you couldn't save Cressida or your filthy Carpethos mother. If only you could have heard the way she screamed as the beasts tore her apart Dante...>"

Dante had been foolish to think Luca was oblivious to the truth of Apollin's paternity, that he was blind and didn't know of the way he had tried to steal Cressida. He should have known when Luca had never tried to produce a male heir after Apollin that he knew - no hunter wanted a used woman to bear them an heir.

"<An eye for an eye Dante, and then some. You took my brother, but you will never take my name!!>"

Luca's volume escalated with each word that dropped form his mouth. This was no longer about blood or names. Maybe Angelo's blood ran through both him and the man before him - but Luca was not his brother. It was clearer now than it had ever been. Blinded for so long with the need to be what he wasn't, to be the son his father had wanted when he never could be. If only he had realized before he had taken action against the man who truly was his brother, before he went through and betrayed Preston.

His world was flooded in red and only when he pulled the knife from Luca. He could feel the other man's blade lodged in his own abdomen, but he didn't care about that, pushing Luca to the floor he ignored the dying man and rushed to the still girl on the floor. He ran a shaky bloodied hand down the girl's face, how cold her skin was growing.

"Apollin! Please baby girl, <please, open your eyes, please>!"

He could hear Luca's weaving breaths, this was his fault - Apollin was going to die, his daughter was going to die, and it was all Luca's fault. He wasted no more time in ending the man's life before scooping the small child into his arms.

"Daddy has you, he'll make this right..."

He whispered what he felt were lies to the girl hose breaths were small and shallow. He would find no help here, not with Luca dead. He had killed the last named Panos heir, he was a traitor among both his families now. But unlike the Panos Dante knew Preston knew compassion - perhaps not for himself but the child in his arms, the one who resembled him more and more each time he saw her, the onw who he was failing. Wasting no more time Dante's left Greece with a loud crack and found himself outside the last place he should have been if he was looking to live, but the only place he knew to go in hopes that she could.

Dante threw a shield charm up as he rushed to the doors, throwing them open and ready to be met with countless attacks - everyone would be there, everyone would know just what he had done. He was a walking dead man. But this was a for the girl, Preston and Liam...they would take care of her.

"Preston! Liam!"

Dante bellowed their names into the hall, he knew he didn't deserve any acts of kindness from either man but as he looked down at the child in his arms, whose Blue eyes only fluttered open for a moment - his blue eyes - he had to try, he had to beg. He might cost his life but...he had to. He held the shield though, he had to make sure it was safe, that they would take her away before they went ahead and killed him. So long as she was going to be saved.

TAG: LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH, PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
NOTES: yup I'm dead

[LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH]

You better be ready to bring us your worst,
This army is our family, oh, this is our family, and family comes first.

LIAM
"We can't just run there unorganized, we need to stake out the house." Liam said as he paced around the office holding himself, a couple family leaders and Preston as they talked. Preston had told everyone he only needed to meet with the leaders, this had past him caring about the death of Bryony's aunt because he didn't. He care about his family, hell he didn't even like the girl. They couldn't stand each other but he was willing to die for her...for his oaths. To fix the mistake his family had made way back when Preston would've been a Scavio and Parker and Jessica would've been betrothed. He watched Preston and it scared him up calm he was but the anger was apparent in his eyes, the way he held his gun. It had been a while since he last took a drink and the brandy in the corner, tempting but not enough to actually call him over there. It wasn't a secret he was better sober than drunk, but even drunk he was exceedingly good a killing. "I want to be the one to kill him, I know you want to PJ but he's my responsibility..im the one that told him."

"Preston! Liam!"

Both him and Preston froze and Liam grabbed his gun running out the door somehow ending up behind Preston. He knew something was up no way the man would give himself up that easily, when he came down the stairs he froze. There was a girl in his arms, a little girl and Dante was in distress. Unfortunately as much as he wanted to be stupid he couldn't deny that he knew what was going on. Dante was a father, it was there plain as day and he didn't even need to see the girl's eyes. Preston gave him a look, a knowing look and he reluctantly lowered his gun. "Give me her" He put away his gun and held out his arms for the little girl. He could take her upstairs to PJ's aunt, she was a healer. Whatever possessed Dante to come her, he must have been desperate, Liam cant say he understood, everything was making no sense but he knew Dante never asked for helped. "I can take her to Pj's aunt."

---

"I know we need a plan, but we need a fast plan" Preston said banging his head on the desk. He wanted this finished now, he wasn't trying to start a war or fight one. He didn't care about who was who, right or wrong or if his grandfather had tried to wipe out the Panos family. He would succeed because they made the mistake of crossing him. Sending a message to masses, they would back off or die. He hated that his life was like this, that he bringing life into a world, his world and they would be in danger as soon as they were born. Hell they were in danger now but he would do his best to protect his family and that included the man forming a plan of action. Preston! Liam! It couldn't be...he thought as he grabbed his gun and signaled for everyone but Liam to stay as he raced down the steps.


Preston didn't know what to think staring at Dante with the kid in his arms. Second before he had given Liam permission to kill the man he saw as a older brother and now. Now he was staring at the little girl in his arms thinking...what would I want if the roles were reverse. It wasn't hard to lower his gun, it wasn't difficult to make Liam put down his also. He didn't want to kill Dante, he wanted the Panos line dead, he knew that having a sense of family honor was everything to hunter and he couldn't blame Dante for what he did. He had carelessly put his family in harm way and he shown Dante more compassion than he was sure his family ever showed him. He waited until Dante handed over the girl, and then for Liam to run her upstairs to Melanie. When PJ was sure Liam was where he was supposed to be he cocked his gun and pointed it at Dante.

"Lets, forget about the fact you killed a muggle werwolf because we both know I don't care. I know you know you just put a big target on my girl's back with her being pregnant and all. I want to know why you came here....not a hospital but here."

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TAGGED. DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS

NOTES. Im not okay

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS]

Orders Over Feelings

Dante lowered the shield only when the guns came down. Preston was showing a mercy that no Panos would ever show, a mercy no Panos deserved...including a bastard. Dante dropped his wand to the floor and pulled the girl in tightly to his chest - he would not cry. Pressing his lips to his dark hair he muttered in Greek to her, begging her to live and reminding her that he loved her. Seven years old and never once had the girl known he was her father - but he had always known. Just like Luca.

He stepped forward and handed the child to Liam, though with reluctance - not because he didn't trust Liam, no out of everyone here Liam and Preston were the only ones he trusted to hand her off too. He watched with obvious distress as Liam took the girl away, he wondered was he ever going to see her again? Had he gotten her help in time? But even if she lived...would he? He heard the sound of Preston cocking his gun. Closing his eyes and taking in a breath Dante pulled Luca's knife from his side and let it clatter to the floor. Hands pressing over the wound Dante looked to Preston

"Luca Panos, the last legitimate heir and next in line to head the Panos clan is dead. I killed him...."

Dante felt light headed as he felt his blood pulsing under his hands Normally he would find his way stumbling to Cressida. But she was dead. He closed his eyes again. Cressida. His mother. He couldn't lose Apollin too, he could lose his own life but not her's.

"My father would realize soon enough I killed my brother and he would hunt us both down...Only here would she be safe."

Yes, these brother's would raise her right, protect her like he should have. He was no better than his mother in her attempts to save him from Angelo's anger. Her blood would be on his hands though should she die.

"You need me Preston, if you want to take down the Panos Clan - you need me."

He could have added how they would jsut keep coming for Bryong and his kids, that Panos had no trouble with murdering children in cold blood. But surel Preston understood that when Liam took his daughter away. The man who pretended to be her father, had shown no hesitation and making an attempt at her life. Blood was blood to a Panos and Angelo was set on making sure the Scavios paid in full.

TAG: LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH, PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
NOTES: x__x

[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become

preston


PJ didn't lower his gun once, hand on the trigger as he watched Dante's blood spill out. How awful of it would it be for him to just let the man bleed out and fall from blood loss. He figured he wouldn't be a good person and Marcy was the only one he knew who spoke Greek and dumping a parentless little girl on her would be consider rude in most cultures. Sighing he summoned an elf and told her to tell Melanie that she was needed in the front hall when she was finished with the little girl. HE didn't know why he was doing this, logically they knew they needed Dante. He also knew that it took a lot of faith and courage to actually show his face there again. Preston could respect that, and he hated having to give that bastard props for anything.

Preston didn't show any surprise at Dante being illegitimate nor did he really care. at this moment in time the only thing that was truly keeping Dante alive was that little girl upstairs. What kind of man would he be if he left a little girl fatherless when all her father was, was a pawn. Hell he was a pawn and having something to relate to was driving him mad. "Okay so what, you aren't legit and dropped the girl off. Do you really think whether we need you alive or not you'll live past all of this?" Preston's finger was so anxious to pull the trigger, he wanted to get rid of this nonsense now and see if Bryony was okay. Yet here he was in the middle of such a fucked up mess that he had no one but himself to blame for this. He had always thought his family and those he treated like such would extend the same curtsey because at the end of the day he really did try to be a good leader. Times like this however, he had to be the bad guy and he hated it.

He hated how he always had to make the tough decisions that he was the most sane person and it was driving him crazy. Why did he have to grow up so fast, he just wanted to goof off for a little bit longer, even his own foolish actions made him have to take this route. He knew better than to be careless with Bryony, any one could see how much he cared for the girl and the children she was carrying but he wouldn't make the same mistakes his parents made. He didn't want to be cold and distant and he didn't want to be a monster.

"Okay, you're not wrong we need your help because none of know Greek and I kind of sent Marceline and Leyshell to be with Bryony. After this however, the only thing saving you is whether or not Liam wants to leave that little girl parentless" Preston still didn't lower his gun nor did he mutter any healing spells at the man bleeding before him. He knew remedial ones, ones that would save his life had he decided to try and drop dead, but he was sure Dante could hold on just a little bit longer.

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TAGGED. LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS

NOTES. Im not okay

MADE BY VEL OF GS