Standing above the unconscious and chained leader of the archangel, Apollo Sky the Loyal barely turned his head upon the hissing sound of Levi the Envious’ Basilisk.
“Is he dead or unconscious now, Apollo? Because I very much prefer to be sure you know.” What followed was the Halfling’s weary-laden voice in which Apollo Sky could understand very well. After all, it was as if only yesterday where he was ready to die and roll for his father – but not now. Not now when he could finally live up to his title ‘Loyal’. Though he literally betrayed his father, and he got no justification for that, Apollo Sky found the meaning for it.
For the apprentice angel, loyalty was a word fitted for the good of the realms – and not directed to a person. What would a mere loyalty to one being or creature d
