Iaoth swung his war scythe toward Balthial, hitting his sword throwing him backwards. Balthial looked up and chuckled.
“You’ve grown strong, son. I never thought that being born as a soul would lead you to be the wielder of my Bloodvenom.”
Iaoth twirled the Bloodvenom on his hand, “you sound proud of me. That’s quite touching. But really let’s cut the bullshit and be done with this. I want to go back and see my mate and our son.”
Balthial laughed, “mate and son. They must be such a pretty site for a family. Just like how I thought Naya’iL would have with me. But I was wrong…”
Iaoth felt anger arise in his heart, “you didn’t expect that your offspring would not spread darkness and suffering on your behalf that’s why you sounded so resentful.”
Balthial sighed with a chuck
