"Good morning, Father."
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I said with a clam and quiet tone, even though deep down I was excited.
A chuckle came through the line, a very deep growl like laugh, and then a sigh
"Luna, I was beginning to think you forgot about me."
"As if I could," I replied, with a smile.
He was the only one I could turn to, since he knows everything. Even Cain's race, he knew.
Thare was no how the walking god's eye would not know, he was a legend on his own.
And to be honeat I couldn't blame him.
He lost his family, hope and the woman he loves at the early age, turning him to the man he was.
"I need a little information."
"Ah," Marceaux sighed, as if unsurprised, like he didn't know. "Tell me, what or who has you calling me this early?"
I smirked. He already knew, but he wanted me to say
