The salt water spray hits him in the face as the ship sails in to RhyDin Harbor. From where he is standing on the bow, his body easily compensating for the rise and fall of the swells, he can see the docks approaching.
RhyDin.
A chance to start fresh, to begin anew, to wipe the slate clean and hope for something better.
And all the other rediculous cliches.
For what is most likely the millionth time in his life, if not more, he curses his mother silently. And God. Never forget that f**ker. Why He saw fit to allow his mother to mate with a mortal father and permit the creation of something like him, he'll never know.
After all, demons don't get to Heaven.
He can understand the motiviations of a demon, to attempt the creation of an abomination the likes of himself. After all, demons have to breed somehow, and it only makes sense to do it this way so they can at least partially blend in.
But you would think God would have the f**king sense to make them procreating with humans impossible in the first place.
Idiot. The only thing He had done right in Kaleb's case was to make sure the human part of him was stronger-willed than the demon half.
Most of the time. Occasionally, it did get out of hand. Like it did in the last place he had tried to settle.
Damned bloodthirsty demon. He knows he should learn to control his temper a bit better, but that last guy had pusshed it way too far...and as soon as his other half came out, it was over.
The worst part of it was that the guy had tried to get away, and Kaleb could have let him...but the demon had been at the steering wheel, and he had not been even a little interested in mercy.
There had been one hell of a bloody mess afterwards, and that was when Kaleb though it might be time to move on.
So lost in recollection is he that he barely notices as the ship glides up to the dock until it bumps against it gently, jarring him out of his thoughts.
He doesn't even wait for the crew to toss the mooring lines to the dock, just steps off the bow and leaps from the ship, landing easily on the dock and walking down it. Looking around, he is pleased with what he sees so far, even if it is night time. Curiousity and the hope for a new life drive him forward, and he heads towards WestEnd with a purposeful stride.
RhyDin.
A chance to start fresh, to begin anew, to wipe the slate clean and hope for something better.
And all the other rediculous cliches.
For what is most likely the millionth time in his life, if not more, he curses his mother silently. And God. Never forget that f**ker. Why He saw fit to allow his mother to mate with a mortal father and permit the creation of something like him, he'll never know.
After all, demons don't get to Heaven.
He can understand the motiviations of a demon, to attempt the creation of an abomination the likes of himself. After all, demons have to breed somehow, and it only makes sense to do it this way so they can at least partially blend in.
But you would think God would have the f**king sense to make them procreating with humans impossible in the first place.
Idiot. The only thing He had done right in Kaleb's case was to make sure the human part of him was stronger-willed than the demon half.
Most of the time. Occasionally, it did get out of hand. Like it did in the last place he had tried to settle.
Damned bloodthirsty demon. He knows he should learn to control his temper a bit better, but that last guy had pusshed it way too far...and as soon as his other half came out, it was over.
The worst part of it was that the guy had tried to get away, and Kaleb could have let him...but the demon had been at the steering wheel, and he had not been even a little interested in mercy.
There had been one hell of a bloody mess afterwards, and that was when Kaleb though it might be time to move on.
So lost in recollection is he that he barely notices as the ship glides up to the dock until it bumps against it gently, jarring him out of his thoughts.
He doesn't even wait for the crew to toss the mooring lines to the dock, just steps off the bow and leaps from the ship, landing easily on the dock and walking down it. Looking around, he is pleased with what he sees so far, even if it is night time. Curiousity and the hope for a new life drive him forward, and he heads towards WestEnd with a purposeful stride.