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"And the fact you drove her from the clan didn't? Hypocrisy brother your a walking example of it."

He smirked from ear to ear, AM rounds Corbin and Idens biggest play thing. Dagoth's previous question answered whatever had happened to the smurf had weakened this Corbin beyond measure, the cainite let out a long sigh this was not what he wanted to happen. Iden was supposed to come first, learn the truth through combat and then Dagoth would have a bloody oblivion with his elder brother.

"My days where over the moment I died, my nights...they are eternal."

Dagoth watched with some pure enjoyment, this was very old school from Corbin and he hated that this was to be it. Dagoth rolled his neck, raising his left arm at the same time his blade appearing his hand the blade stretching down the length of his arm. With the slightest flex of his hand the blade shattered spraying thousands of micro shards around the cainite, Dagoth raised his eye brows at Corbin as the hail of bullets roared towards him.

The maelstorm was met by the swarm of shards each fragment of Dagoth's blade being a small doorway into an other realm similar in nature to Roan's Void's garden. A place Dagoth had been building for a long time, he turned to Corbin his own swarm still curning around him. Giving the older cainite a shrug of he shoulders.

"Should we hug and make up?"

*Mission accomplished. Ice returned to the chasm with a swagger in his step. All six steps, in fact.
Back in his centaur form, the Tzimisce enjoyed the thrill of speed, galloping wildly across the remaining snow fields above the chasm, his hooves wide soup plates to prevent sinking into the last of the snow as he ran for his home.

Closer to the actual chasm, the snow finally gaze way to just sheet ice. Since the Anon's return, no more snow had fallen. The Chasm was again his plane, his home slowly rebuilding itself as his power and grace returned, after he'd expended the last of his efforts on Iden and William the day of his rebirth.

Skating across the fozen expanse, hooves slimming back down to cope with the side, he came to a stop above the chasm, staring down into the clear tunnels, watching ghouls at work. He had started to salvage the remnant of his Revenant family, and in the chamber under his hooves, the debauchery needed to ensure MORE would soon follow was already taking place, the heat of such occasionally clouding the ice roof like steam on a mirror, before it faded.

Elegantly descending the stairs back into his lair, the faun scowled at the still empty walls. All of his art, destroyed. All of his work, gone.
No matter. It was time for a new subject. A new direction.*

Where are you, b***h?
Here, my lord.
Stop fawning and get my studio reopened. Today, I will work on you. Have you brought me my desires?
Three timber wolves have been secured, beloved master, and a range of males for you to choose from have been acquired and await you in the cells. Tell me you preferance and I shall acquire more.
You will not be here long, Szantovich. Remember that.
I understand.

*Shooing Frion towards the studio to finish opening the sealed area so his work could once again begins, Ice went to inspect his new captives. Soon, he would have power once more. And then... then, he had a new subject to pursue, a new interest. How very interestig his grandchilder were. And how cautious. He would have to be careful, when the time came to do more than just watch.*

Sinking to a kneeling position as Ice deposited him on the ground, Will assumed that he would be trading one frozen hell hole for another; to say that he was pleasantly surprised at the warmth this place offered was an understatement. Once his legs where strong enough to carry him, Will would move as close to the fire as possible; the heat quickly bringing life back to his body. Dropping the look he had been using to keep concealed in Egypt, Will set to work reloading the recoilless rifle still clutched in his hand; snapping open the end of the launcher and dropping in a new shell from his backpack. Once finished, Will would quiet down and turn all of his attention to Ice; his 'host' for the moment, though captor was a more accurate term.

"So what is it you wish to speak to me about Ice, why are you so interested in me; and don't try to say you're not. If you weren't then you wouldn't have a statue of me in the room."

Shifting uncomfortably at the mention of Ice needing his help to 'perfect' his statue, Will had a gut feeling that he did not want to help out at all, and that this would end in tears even in a best case scenario. Listening to the faun ramble on after he had shifted back to his truer form, Will already knew whom he was speaking about; who was it that he had not listed as of yet that the thing had an obsession with?

"Iden, you want Iden correct? It's the only one I can think of, last time I saw you two together, he was busy trying to diablerize you while you where blood-bonding him to you; I doubt you would put that much effort into something you don't care about."

"My first assumption is because bait tends to do its job most effectively when not dead or beaten within an inch of its life; though that seems like an invalid point given that you could easily just flesh craft me into some kind of immobile lump of flesh that would be easier to control. The second is that you want a messenger of some kind, but that is more of a shot in the dark then anything; really I have no idea why you are being as civil as you are with me, when you know that just by throwing me out of this room would most likely kill me."

To say that Will was terrified for his life at the moment, was an easy assumption; he knew full and well that there was no way he was getting out of here alive unless Ice allowed him to, and that was what frightened him the most. Ice wanted him to stay alive, healthy, and unharmed; why?

The moment that Ice mentioned calling him 'puppy' Will's face contorted into a feral scowl, a look of utter distaste and revulsion; if it where any other man Will would have screamed and yelled about not calling him that, but he knew that such an outburst here was not a good thing. So biting his tongue and calming down, Will listened to all of the horrible things that Ice could and most likely would do to him if he where captured again. Though he was quite amused at some of Ice's reasoning as to why he wanted to talk to him alone; some kind of parental instinct to meet his grandson coming from such a creature was frankly quite absurd.

"Well, what question is it that you have to ask; state it, and I'll do my best to answer it."

Letting Ice get in front of him, Will would follow along after grabbing the animal fur he had been sitting on and wrapping it around himself; catching up to Ice, he would try to walk along side the thing without letting himself get to close, with his cannon on his back he wouldn't have much warning if Ice decided to attack him.

"Correct, Corbin may have sired me, but it was Roan herself who brought me, gave me a home, and gave my life purpose; for that I give her my loyalty and anything else she desires."

The corridor they where walking through was familiar, Iden, Yoh, and he had walked through a similar one in their first foray into the cave.

Why? That was a good question, half listening to Ice's speech about being free, happy, and in charge of his own destiny; William thought about his own reasons for following Roan, why he would rather follow her lead, than lead himself.

"At first I know that a part of it was because I knew I would live the longest with them, at that point I was completely unfamiliar with what Gaia was as a people; so I went and found Roan at her establishment, and went from there. At first I had expected her to be like every other a*****e prince, putting on airs of humanity in order to dupe the easily swindled into following along; but I was quickly proven wrong, each time I was beaten or defeated I was cared for instead of being lamented and thrown out. The Princes I have served in the past would have either banished me for my failure, or declared a bloodhunt on me for my 'incompetence.' Roan has never even mentioned once, my continued lack of performance; instead she has gone to great lengths to help me improve, and learn things I would never have had privy to without decades more added to my age. And as far as I know she either does it because she wants to, or because, like you, she see's me as family; even before my embrace she was like this."

Pausing a moment to tighten the fur blanket around himself, Will thought about what he would say next before continuing.

"So, I serve her both out of a twisted kind of honor and loyalty for all that she has given me, because she has treated me like a family member since day one and not the misfit I am, and because I am truly happy here for the first time I half a century and do not wish to be on my own again. That's the best I can do to give you a reason why I am happy to serve under her, there is more to it than that, but it is bordering on neigh impossible for me to put it into words."