blindednephilim:

     _{It was incredible to learn something from a man this old, with several lifetime’s of experiences crafting him into the person he was today. Sure, he was a prince of hell, but Griffin would take the help where he could get it. “Your father.” Prince of hell. Griffin knew his history. There was only one king of hell. “What did he do?”}

     _{Griffin didn’t mean to pry. He didn’t want to pressure the other into revealing secrets about himself they would rather keep locked away, but the curiosity and compassion was reflected in a sightless gaze as the young nephilim waited, wrapped up in the story unraveling before him.} 

       _{he wished the question would have been easy to answer. it wasn’t just one single event, but instead, it was a multitude of events that he had attributed to a single point in time. that point, was when he finally met his father, but things were far more complicated than simply that.}

_{a reason to why he sucked in a deep breath and rubbed at his chin several moments before speaking again, “it’s not an epic tale if that’s what you’re thinking. i decided to run…of course, my abilities were already out of control… took me years to even get a grip on them. so, i ran, and didn’t stop running for a long time.”}