Firefly Glen Afraid of The Dark

Death, or Almight as he had now named himself, followed his big brother out into the world he had only caught glimpses of. He liked being with him; he didn't coax him to talk, or try and teach him valuable life lessons. He was just there, a looming presence that was on his side, probably ready to protect him... or so he hoped. The boy felt no guilt in leaving 'home' - his siblings and mother had done the same. He felt like his endurance and loyalty were at a praiseworthy point for sticking around for so long, waiting for them to return.

The night was colder than the day, but that didn't stop the two brothers apparently. The menace looked up when a question filled the air of silence that had settled over them, pretty much from the moment they had left the Nightwalkers. I've seen lightning and bugs - you're saying there's a combination? He asked, brow raised in question. The thought terrified him - he wasn't very keen on bugs after having tasted a dragonfly, but lightning... now that shit was scary.