Pyris exhaled deeply, his golden eyes dropping to the creature now nestled comfortably in his lap. He reached out, tilting his head as he inspected it from different angles, curiosity burning in his gaze. The more he looked, the more he felt—a connection, an undeniable bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.
It was as if his soul recognized Ruin, like it had always been there, waiting.
He wasn't sure if that thought comforted him or terrified him.
But Ruin? Ruin didn't seem to care.
The tiny, winged creature let out a soft, innocent squeak, rubbing its chubby face against his hand. Pyris blinked. How the fuck was this the most dangerous element in existence?
Instead of radiating destruction, Ruin was acting like a damn house pet. It tried flapping its stubby wings—only to flop over onto its side with a dramatic little noise of defeat. Pyris chuckled, lifting it back up, but the stubborn thing immediately tried again.
Flap. Flap.
Thud.
