Duck Lake just back to die

She came at him with a speed he wouldn't have expected for her age, but he should have known. She was a siren queen. Of course she would live longer than he; thrive longer than he. He had not expected their reunion to be so prompt, so loving. He did not move, for that was not his way. He was a servant to the sirens, not one to cower away at their punishments that he surely deserved.

He embraced her for a split second before her teeth sank into his flesh. Instead of pain, he felt relief. Without a purpose, without being a consort, he had nothing. She, his queen, his love, had shown him mercy. Instead of living with nothing, Spyridon would die with everything.

Passage of time morphed. He remembered Kelvin, Nakai, Aella, and all the wolves he had spent so many years with on Themiscrya Coast. As he bled out, he thought of them, but Caiaphas was at the forefront of his mind until his dying breath, which did not come long after she first sliced his flesh.