"You are asking him to eradicate his own children," Evileye asked.
Renner didn't flinch. "Yes, I am."
Evil Eye narrowed her eyes. "You can't be serious."
"I'm absolutely serious," Renner said, folding her arms. Her voice was calm, and her face was emotionless.
"Do you think I'm saying this out of malice? I like some of them. I even respect their strength. But they aren't children anymore. They're monsters born from monsters. Azeroth, Throximus, and the rest of them—they've chosen sides, and it wasn't Nazarick's or Ancient One's."
"They're still his children," Evileye retorted sharply. "Blood matters. History matters. You don't just kill everyone because things got… complicated."
Renner scoffed lightly, like she found Evileye logic a child's talk. "This isn't about complications. It's about survival. Throximus nearly killed Demiurge—and don't tell me you think he held back. The moment they stop seeing Arthur as a worthy challenge or father figure, they'll strike. All of them."
Arthur listened quietly, sipping his coffee. He did not stop them and made no attempt to do it. Even though Renner and Evileye are friends, their mentalities are opposite.
Renner believes everyone is a pawn, can use them, and discard them if they become useless, and most of the denizens of Nazarick have this mentality.
And Evil Eye, on the other hand, thinks that violence and bloodshed should be avoided. And think people are not a chess piece for anyone to trample over.
If Arthur were to pick sides, then he would love to take Renner's side because it's easy and quick. But nobody can pick easy choices all the time, can they?
Hearing Renner, Evileye leaned forward; she bit her lips. "And you think the solution is to kill them all preemptively?"
Renner responded; this time her voice turned emotionless. "If that's what it takes. I'm not going to sit here and pretend this is a fairy tale. We're not a normal family. He isn't a normal father. His children aren't toddlers who spilled wine on a royal robe. They're walking cataclysms."
"That doesn't mean we become the very monsters we claim to fight," Evileye snapped. "You talk about survival like it justifies everything. What happens after? When the line blurs so far that there's nothing human left in us? It will be like, what happened to our world? But this time it will be the bodies of Arthur's own son and daughter that will be piled up like a mountain."
Renner's golden eyes glinted. "But we will win. And when it's done, we deal with the regrets. That's what kings do."
"I'm not a king," Evileye hissed. "I'm not willing to trade his last bit of humanity for victory. And we wouldn't even know if he will stop with just that. What if he destroys this world once again?"
*Cough*
They both turned to Arthur then, as if only just remembering he was still sitting between them.
He raised a brow, swirling the last of his coffee. "Are you two done deciding my moral alignment without me?"
Renner exhaled through her nose and looked away. Evileye folded her arms again but didn't say more.
Arthur set the empty cup down. "I'll do what I have to. But until then, no one touches my children."
He stood and stretched, the tension lingering behind his easy movements.
"Now, if you're done arguing, how about you two clean this place or got to sleep… I have a demon to put on life support."
With that, he turned and walked toward the backroom, leaving both women in silence.
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The heavy door to Throximus's new prison room creaked open with a hiss of displaced air, the arcane runes flickering briefly as the seal disengaged.
Throximus barely had time to lift his head from where he sat on the edge of the bed when a fist slammed directly into his face.
Crack!
His nose bent under the impact, blood spurting briefly before his natural healing kicked in with a low sizzle. His head snapped back, and he staggered slightly from the sheer force of the blow.
"That's for causing trouble for your father," came a sharp, familiar voice, dripping with rage.
Throximus blinked through the ringing in his ears and looked up.
"Mother," he muttered, still rubbing his face. "Nice to see you too."
Angrboda stood tall before him; Throximus was large, but in front of current Angrboda, he looked ordinary.
—As {Mother of monsters} she have the ability make her body small and larger accordingly—
Then aura dominated the room—broad-shouldered, regal, and furious.
Her long, brown-streaked hair framed sharp eyes that had seen the rise and fall of civilizations.
"I should tear your ears off," she growled, fists clenched at her sides. "Because of you, I had a fight with Albedo and Aurora. You are lucky; he (Ancient One) was kind to you."
Throximus scoffed, still holding his nose. "He locked me up."
"Because you forced his hand!" she snapped. "You tried to kill Demiurge. Last time anyone tried to do that, they were burned out of existence."
Then Angrboda let out a sigh. And took a seat across from Throximus.
"I just want you to know that, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to save you one of these days."
Throximus said nothing and just looked away.
"Albedo and Aurora are in full agreement to kill you and all those who stand in Ancient One's way. Only one holding them of Ancient One's order."
"If you—or any of the others—keep pulling these kinds of stunts, there will come a day when even Ancient One runs out of patience. If that happens, nobody can save you."
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