Desreal: well thats a relief;

“Interesting, have you heard of your newest grandson? Memphis? She appears smug as a chuckle builds inside her throat. “He has quite the distaste for his father. Him and era seem to be getting along very well.“ She of course didn’t know what that meant. She liked Baraqel, but then again this mysterious creature before her was quite interesting too.

Lebanon has her pride, but it is tied in the strangest ways. There was so much more beneath the surface. In a way she could understand him more then she could understand the father of both her children. For they are alike, in many ways more then one, and so different at the same time.

Lebanon is ugly, but only because of the folds of scars and healing wounds that cover her, but looking past you could of seen the beauty she once possessed, she does possess. But it is only a few that can see that.

The beauty of a mind.

But she watches him, as she looks into the eyes of timeless years and uncertain memories. And for a moment she is fond of them, but the thought is relaxed and throw out to the trash. Lebanon has no weakness, her children are not even one of them, how sad. Death couldn’t even scare her. “Then why not?“ She sputters before he can begin again. Perhaps she should never existed within this world, or any other for that matter.

“You wonder?“ She says curiously as she hunches towards him, taking a brave step forward. Although it may have been brave to any other, or careless. But she does not dwell she just does.

She laughs, as she always does. More at his question for she remembers the time Rogue asked the same one. She never answered. Congratulations you will be the first to know. “Like everyone else. I had parents at one point you know.“ She dwells, almost “but I killed them, and my siblings.“ It is then when you see her face brighten, she the pleasure as she licks her lips, she laughs because to her it was funny. “all because a little birdy told me to.“ But what she didn’t tell him was that birdy was not just a voice in her head. That birdy was her uncle. And guess what, when she finished them off. She finished him too. “I wasn’t raised this way, I just became, and I have no plans on changing. Even if I could.“

She laughs.

mc. lebanon
abomination;