two worlds collide; offspring, any

[Offspring]

You're looking at an absolute zero;
I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero.

  So often, Tephra had its way of growing on those who entered volcanic island of the salty ocean breeze and the heavy humidity that made it what it was. He, himself, had not been fond of it at first – he had become accustomed to ice, to frigidity and polarizing winters and then he was thrust into a life of stifling heat and discomfort – how fitting was it that he would one day embrace the pyrokinesis he had been blessed with, while on the very island that represented everything he had thought he was not? Alas, he could no longer imagine it any other way – he belonged with the island, and it belonged with him.

  He could not imagine living on an island and not liking water; half of the beauty came from the ravenous tide lapping away hungrily at the distant show, accompanied by dark, stirring clouds overhead. Even he, made of fire, enjoyed the sensation of the salty brine of the sea awash over his back, seeping into the crevices of his heavy and broad bone structure, taking away any ache that might have lingered from the night before. He might have laughed, had he known the Queen of an island loathed it so much. The irony would not be lost on him – alas, he cannot read minds, and he is grateful for it.

  He has seen her long before she has come ashore. He is watchful, observant – studying the shoreline with vague curiosity, often drifting in and out of his own reverie while he monitored the hazy borderline with his sharpened sight. When her silhouette touches the horizon, his powerful legs carry him to her, through wavering stalks of grain which stroke gently at his underbelly as the sheer heat of his body singes their tips. He can hardly hide the simper tugging at the corner of his mouth - Ea. She was not the clean slate she hoped to be – he had never met her but knew plenty of her - rumors fly, after all; she and Ramiel had been .. recluse, at best.

  He has never been fond of neutrality.
  Those who stand for nothing will fall for anything.

  By the time he has reached her, she is not alone –

  Scyla, sister of Dahmer, is beside her.

  He ignores most of her chatter – he is more interested to find why she has come to Tephra, and more than that, why she has come from the direction of the northern island of Ischia - a name that left a bitter and acrid taste in his mouth by a hotheated and foul tempered creature he'd rather not have anything to do with. A faint nod is given to her, but his focus is heavy and laden upon Ea, as his dark eyes settle on her own.

  ”Offspring. Welcome to Tephra. And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.