Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

In the center, like a marble effigy of some ancient god, Herod waited—stark and statuesque, eyes black and fathomless, like the pits of a dried-up well. Watching as the boy stumbled forward, each step slower, more hesitant as he neared the lion’s towering form.

The Abbot’s paws, too, were stained red—but not from wounds. No, it was a very different type of scarlet that stained his paws, spilling out with every careful, velvet word that seeped like poison from his maw.

Hasdrubal, He stood from his reclined position, making his way to the Prophet with languid steps. Do you know what tonight is, my boy?

The hawkish eyes floated to Hasdrubal, and although he had asked him a question, it seemed to reply was more challenge than invitation.

Herod’s lips curled, a smile that lacked any hint of warmth, any trace of humanity. Tonight, our followers have gathered for a spectacle, a glimpse of divine favor. And I thought... why not give them exactly what they desire?

He drew closer, extending a massive paw to cradle Hasdrubal’s face in a mockery of gentleness. You’ve been working very hard to prove yourself, and I do recognize that. His voice softened, almost affectionate, before his grip tightened suddenly, claws grazing the dog’s flesh. But I hear whispers of you performing miracles—without my blessing. Why would you do that, hmm? The lion’s grip lingered a beat too long, cold and possessive, before he dropped his paw, resuming a slow circle around the boy. After your last little stunt, I have grown into a rather suspicious beast, I am afraid. So it occurred to me—why not give you one final chance to prove yourself?

He paused, and the silence was so thick he could almost imagine that if he strained his ears he could hear the boy's pounding heartbeat. Herod’s eyes were relentless, sharp as blades. The ceremony will begin when the moon is at its peak. Until then, my disciples will help you prepare.

And then, with a single dismissive motion, Herod turned, his back to Hasdrubal, the lion’s attention drifting elsewhere, as though the boy was already forgotten.