Daimon Hellstrom

Redemption will come in a blaze of revenge. Don't tell me to go to Hell. I've been there more than you can imagine. || #MarvelHigh {Young!Hellstorm}

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --it not been for happenstance, I never would have found out the truth."

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --down myself and it led me to what one would think was a dead end." He pauses. "You have covered your tracks well, and had--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --arms, digging, cutting into his skin. "I didn't see the act itself. But when you disappeared, I had attempted to track you--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana He growls, and for that brief flicker of an instant, Daimon swore he bared his fangs at the sudden contact of her claws on his--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --"I know. I saw what you did. And I doubt /Father/ would have taken kindly to that." Half-concern, half-anger.

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --his tonic. It burned his throat as it passed, lips dry and with a growl at the beginning of his sentence, he turns to her. --

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana 'Debt'. Of course. Hell-Lords and Demons often lived off deals, currency, debts. Uncorking the flask, Daimon takes a sip off--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --drawer by his wardrobe and takes a tonic out. "I've been through worse. And where have you been?"

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --all over his body. He shrugs it off, trying to buy himself some time before they touched on old aches. He rummages the top--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --yet it was not as if she lost her soul unlike before. Weary. The word 'weary' came to mind. Then he remembered the wounds--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana Daimon shuts the door behind him. Where does he begin? What does he ask first? He could sense something different from her, --

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --eyes narrowed, an expression of mixed relief, anger and disappointment. "Satana."

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --identity clear. His hand gripped the doorknob tightly, opening the door a little too forcefully, taking a step inside. His--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana --of the air around the door told him someone had passed through his wards in his absence. Another whiff made the intruder's--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_Satana Passing by the school clinic for a couple of band-aids before walking towards his dorm room, Daimon stops at the door. A whiff--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_LLaufeyson --yourself to the chaos." He did have a feeling he'll regret it later.

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_LLaufeyson --being frankly honest, he'd never stand a chance on his lonesome. With a noncommittal shrug, he replies. "Whatever. Help--

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_LLaufeyson Pride would not allow Daimon to openly admit that he needed help, much less from the likes of Loki. However, if he was --

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_LLaufeyson --refusing to mention it did not go well, but it was plain clear to see, anyway.

[Daimon Hellstrom @MHS_DHellstrom]

@MHS_LLaufeyson A non-commital shrug. "Doesn't matter at the moment. I just got back from dealing with it and I'm sore all over." Blatantly-