ℜ nine
[The fact of Polyxena's death hit Arthur hard. He knew he wasn't the only one on the thirteenth floor who had lost someone dear to him. He did not know how one could offer words of comfort to a Sun God. Mortals were born to die but for these immortals, crammed so cruelly into human bodies, death must be even more of a shock. He poured a bourbon for Ra and a Scotch for himself.
To absent friends.
Now when the dark came, Arthur Pendragon was bent on vengeance. The King at Camelot, it was so often overlooked that he was a knight too. Chivalry and courage were his currency and every knight must have a monster to defeat and dulce et decorum est (except Arthur would not die).]
To absent friends.
Now when the dark came, Arthur Pendragon was bent on vengeance. The King at Camelot, it was so often overlooked that he was a knight too. Chivalry and courage were his currency and every knight must have a monster to defeat and dulce et decorum est (except Arthur would not die).]