The Rendezvous
Abaddon LightningSword wants a progress report from his friend & son's mentor, the cunning & deadly Guile FoxBlood.
James' powerful warlock father drops in on his unnerving cohort for a progress report on his gentle son's internship, but stubbornly refuses to accept any outcome other than the one he has planned.
The Rendezvous
By Lonelyrider
Warlock lesser angel Abaddon LightningSword spread his clawed paws before him and landed, in the form of a great black fire dragon. Steam oozed from his nostrils and he exhaled from them, setting a pyre alight and curling up beside it, waiting near the base of his associate's tower, whose wingbeats could be heard a moment later, the other angel, a younger fellow warlock who was mentoring Abaddon's son in the ways of the dark arts, landed beside the fire in the form of a slick obsidian wyvern, grooming his scales with his clawed wing.
"I hope you don't mind me staying in this form for our little talk, Guile. I've gotten somewhat fond of its power." Abaddon said, great fangs showing as he spoke and laid one huge clawed paw over the other.
"By all meanssss." Guile hissed in his own oily transformed wyvern form, which he mostly used for transportation; Abaddon had discovered his dragon form during a fight with a bitter rival and had found it was more than well suited to combat. "I asssume you've come to inquire about your ssson?" Guile FoxBlood asked, his long forked tongue weaving in and out of his elongated muzzle. Abaddon nodded his mighty scaled head, steam still rolling from his nostrils.
"How is his training proceeding?" Abaddon asked, tapping a clawed toe on the ground.
"Well...truthfully, I doubt the boy has the stomach for it, however...he IS forcing himself to do whatever I've asked, for your sake, I'd imagine." Guile said with an unnerving smirk showing hundreds of razor teeth.
Abaddon snarled and pounded his huge black dragon fist on the ground, making it shudder; FoxBlood was unaffected.
"It's that coddling mother of his, and his goody-girl girlfriend. The mother more so than the girlfriend, as she isn't overbearing, at least. But, she's a bad influence on the boy, with her religious nonsense and moralities. I have all I can do to keep rein on him with all this sissifying female influence." Abaddon sneered.
"Do you want them.....?" Guile drew his clawed finger across his throat, Abaddon quickly shook his head.
"No, it's not that it's too dirty for me, Guile, but I think killing them would only amplify his admiration, his emotionality. No, he wouldn't recover. Plus, he'd never forgive me." Abaddon added the last part in a grumble.
"So then? He's intensely proficient with a blade, I've determined that much." Guile told Abaddon.
"I'm aware. He inherited my magical talents too, and I'll not have him wasting that."
"He's talented, but sensitive & gentle. He doesn't possess your ruthlessness, Abaddon. Truthfully, I'm not sure where to put him, at least..not yet." Guile said, drinking a potion and reverting to his true handsome angelic form in a flash. Abaddon snarled loud and did the same with an utterance of a spell, strutting up to Guile in his still impressive winged humanoid frame.
"Find a use for him. I refuse to accept James is doomed to a life of tea parties and marriage, babies and feminine frivolities. Or..do you lack the talent to pull this off?" Abaddon taunted, giving Guile a slight shove on his shoulder.
"I'll let that remark slide, cause it's you." Guile laughed lowly, his eyes flashing. Abaddon muttered a spell lowly and transformed quickly back into his fire dragon form, spreading his vast scaly wings and craning his neck.
"I'm not having this conversation a second time, Guile. Fix my son, or find someone who will."
With that Abaddon loped away and took to the air with a leap, turning in flight towards the direction of his far off mage tower by a lonesome cliffside. Guile watched with his usual bemused smirk.
"Have you considered that he's not broken?" Guile thought out loud to himself, finger tapping his beard in thought as he turned away from Abaddon's fading silhouette and retreated into his own tower for the evening.