Erythreus understood the blondes initial reaction. They all had lived in a world tipping on the edge for a while. With constant new threats with the potential to end the world. It had been hard on all the supernatural. Making it hard to not to react like every little problem was life and death. ”Yeah I heard about that” The aspect mumbled. Siobhan had been a good friend of him and even more, and Dominic was like his brother. He had lost contact with her after their love story ended and she and chosen his best friend and guard. He was ashamed that he hadn’t handled that better. Dominic and the nephilim deserved all the happiness in the world. However she had been one of many women who hadn’t chosen him. The overthinking male regretted that he had let his pride and hurt gotten in the way of being a decent friend. He should’ve been there with Dominic and Siobhan to help, but that was in the past all he could do was do better from now on and not continue to isolate and drown his rejections and failures in booze.

”Yeah suiting I think” He laughed making the wrinkles around his eyes more prominent. ”Isn’t that what you do here partly” he asked his hand gestured around the room filled with all kinds of magical stuff. ”Eloping from the world” His tone was light and friendly. The broody male was a good reader of people even tho he was a bit rough around the edges. He had gotten the feeling that Penelope like himself didn’t come out much and stayed in her safe space with a tight group of friends.

Ery laughed again. It was nice to do so, he didn’t get to do it a lot. Death was often tragic and didn’t bring many laughs. ”I think I am almost too good at that already” he joked. ”It would give the poor guards a stroke if I managed to disappear more often than I do now, even tho I always let them find me eventually” He winked amused. It was one of his latest hobbies to vanish from the manor without anyone noticing so he could drink and be miserable alone. He left the speakers blasting out heavy metall music making everyone believe he was still crawled up in his room while he in reality had left the manor.

”I am quite confident it’s not here and has been made untraceable” He said frowning as he tried to remember more about the ring and who had put a spell on it for him. Enabling him to transfer his memories and store them. He had been given the ring by an old woman many years ago and was told that it was powerful object that could store happy memories reminding a spouse of all the good moments whenever things got hard or when away from one another.  He was planning on proposing with it but he had never gotten the chance to. After getting dumped once again he didn’t want to see it or remember all the women he had given his heart to. However he couldn’t bare to toss it either so he had put it away along with his memories.

”Excuse me what?!” The aspect asked annoyed. ”I need to fill out a forum to leave with MY ring? Wait that gives me an idea,  maybe it’s just a human trying to make money off of it and has put it up for sale online” His voice sounded hopeful. Could it for once not be more complicated?

The aspect of death knew better than most that the thing people regretted the most after passing was the things they hadn’t done, the chance they had not taken and the people they had not reunited with. It was those ties he had to cut for them to be able to let go and their spirits to move on and not linger. As an immortal he had several centuries behind him with thing he wished he had done differently. When his time would come to pass he believed that his many disastrous relations would be what haunted him and kept him prisoner on earth wandering around as a faint ghost seeing how they got the happy emending head wished for. Would it ever be his time? ”You’re right I should but it’s still a little sensitive so maybe not yet” Erythreus said sadly. Not only could it bring up old wounds or infect them, the three of them seemed to bring trouble and misery whenever they got together.

”Thats another way to see it” Ery chuckled amazed with the passion and love she spoke of the archives. He didn’t have a place like that where he felt completely at ease not even in the manor or at the isle of Skye. ”Isn´t that what books, movies and podcast are all about? Escaping the world for a bit forgetting about all nonsens and light worries” The broody male had been there many times himself but his way of escape wasn’t as innocent and health as daydreaming. The booze had been his way of escaping the harsh reality for the last few years. ”Glad to hear someone would notice my absence” The aspect mumbled his eyes on the floor. It was a thought that had bothered him lately. If someone would even miss him if he were to disappear.

”I think it appears differently depending who’d look at it ” He tried to recall more about what the old diviner had told him when giving him the ring. Now that he thought of it the whole thing had been kind of sketchy. Why would someone just approach him and give him a magical ring? Had he been so enchanted by love that he had stoped seeing warning signs. ”The woman told me that the ring would form it self to whatever appealed the one admiring it”