[h1][center][color=0047ab]Valoran Dryder[/color][/center][/h1]

Valoran listened. He visibly bristles at the thought of hos son being used against him. He made a note to have him start packing tonight and knew there would be an upset reply, but Vance would do it. Especially if Gramps said it would be best. He knew his father dealt with some shading things. And he grew up learning about the killer he used to be.


Taking the chair offered he studies the map. In his mind he notes all the safehouses and caches they have all around their sector. When the Cosa Nostra is mentioned, he audibly growls. Everyone here has heard about that horrible night. When Valoran lost the man he loved in an attempt to break him. To "Reap the Reaper" they'd said. He'd caused so much terror that they decided to attempt to remove him. They almost succeeded. Valoran searched for hours befre Corvi forced him to go see his infant son and sleep. When the body turned up a week later Valoran swore he would paint their sector with blood. But his bloodlust was culled, as he focused on pritecting the one thing he had left of his family, his son. 

"I want that worm Alexi's head." His eyes burrowed into Corvi's." I want him to pay for what he did. In blood." Valoran's face was dark, a bit of the old fury at the world creeping in. He had a chance to finally strike back. And he would grab it by the proverbial balls. And crush them. "I wamt revenge, Corvi."