Charon shivered a bit. He was a bit unnerved by Ferrum, but found the brutal dragon more than just a little attractive. He seemed very rough, and Charon liked it rough... He was the hydra of lust after all, and lust was... lovemaking. He licked his lips and smirked mischievously, thinking of all the things the Ferrum could do to him and vice versa. However, his grin fell when Anemoli arrived. He nodded once to Noire, as if to say, 'I have this under control.' The female hydra didn't falter as he raised a single hand and slit her own throat, then slumping down in death. Noire then faded to dust and fled. 

Charon didn't so much as blink at Anemoli's threat. How annoying. His fallen comrades, Forte and December, were still encased in their crystals. He would have to do this- if he didn't tell Noire to butt out, she would have been caught in this mess as well. He needed to fight, to feel blood on his tongue. He wanted to catch droplets of blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes. 

"Look at what's going on, dragon. Your brother's pinning me to a wall. How could I possibly be in control...?" Charon demanded slyly. 
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Edge watched silently. It was an occurrence that surprised him, but the part that was in love with Path- the one that was once human- that part of him was buried under the need for power. He was angry for one reason and one reason only- 

That Path would dare do that to his son. Edge was quick to slap Path hard in the face with an audible smack. He then picked up young Sleipnir and kissed away his tears, whispering sweet words. Violet eyes trained on golden ones. "I have returned what I had once taken from you- life. Don't think it was anything more than that, white one." Edge sighed. This hurt, but it hurt more to see his kids cry. His angry and hard expression said something, but his soft, confused eyes said another. 

"These are our kids, Path, whether you like it or not. You gave birth to them yourself. I'm sure all they want is to be with you, and I want them o be happy. But if you're going to do shit like that, I'm beginning to wonder who's the 'evil' one here. Path... You said you'd always be there for us." Edge pleaded. What was he doing? It was hopeless. He could just run away. This wasn't... right. Edge felt his eyes dampen. So he turned his back on his enemy. 

"If you no longer desire to be my mate, that is fine. But these kids need a Father." 

Skylark had been crying the whole time, from when Father crushed and broke his 'promise' to when Daddy slapped him. Why were Daddy and Father acting so odd? Did they forget to take their naps and now they were cranky? For the normally intelligent baby dragon, this was quite a blunderous moment. He held hands with Leo for a bit before letting go after Daddy seemed finished talking. 

The grey-haired dragon ran to his Father, trying to wrap his arms around him. "Father..." He sobbed. There was the possibility Path would brushed him off or even strike him, or perhaps just kill his own son, but Skylark didn't think Father would do that. He tried to kiss Father's cheek as he sobbed violently. Quickly, he wiped his eyes to show Father he could be strong. Father... Father didn't like the weak. If Sky was weak, would Father like him? He was just mean to Sleipnir .., 

"Father, don't you love me...?" The baby dragon asked desperately.