The Heartwood of ash and silence

“FUCK.” The heated curse flew out oh his mouth, the only speck of anything showing he had feelings invested in this. Had somebody gotten to him before him? 

A groan with a flash of dark auds swiveling to face his rear. “You’re lucky that’s all you got outta that fucker.” Though Slade had saved Cry’s life from that bear year’s ago, Cry had come to realize it was so the manipulative bastard could use him all over again. For him to have Cry feel the need, the obligation to owe him his life for that. In the Nightmares, should your life be pulled from the gravity of the Void, whoever saved you, you owed them a lifelong favor back. 
Slade knew his time was coming - 

thats why he had expected Cry to follow him around, and take his place in Shadewood. 

But he wouldn’t spill his life story to this man. He could only respect that vendetta that his family had for that man. His own mentor- a fucking mastermind till the day he vanished from everybody’s radars. 

He had had to be dead by now. 

In the end, the King of Nightmares had gotten the last laugh. Robbed Cry clean, and didn’t even give him the reward of the kill he Knew his ‘nephew’ deserved.