Xateon with his hand in his pocket, cigarette in mouth walked around the dark streets. Like death stalking around but .. attractive.
His coat swayed and his black hair bounced gently, with a hand on his outer thigh he stared ahead in the darkness. With annoyance he grumbles
"its so hot and boring im too lazy to do anything..."
(Even if its night its hot in their world bc its still summer to autumn there.)
(Plus the dude is wearing like fifty layers of clothes bro)
Xateon bites down on his cigarette and blinks, deep in though... An idea hits him.
"Ah! Yes lets go to dad! i know he will be waiting"
Xateon smirks and starts to make his way to the forest.
While he approached.... Shouts were heard, professional voices,
"OPHERA! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
A voice tries to respond but they get muffled by a hand?
Xateons brow raises in confusion in his mind..
'whats with the commotion here?... Is dad in trouble?.. what the fuck?'
Xateon was getting worried as he tries to make his way to his father without getting caught by the others,...
Deep in the dark, the wizard wraps his big muscular hand over the oxford haired man named Ophera. A dark bloody smirk spreading across his lips as he whispered darkly, like a death wish.
"Sh~.. my dear.. you're fine.. stop struggling.."
Ophera, his firm back pressing against a harder more muscled chest. His eyes were shut as he tried to squirm and wiggle away, trying to let out muffled yells but the hands grip remained ironclad. The necklace around the witch guys neck pulsed with twisted satisfaction.. unknownly the wizard cut Opheras cheek a bit....
"Mph!!!!"