Silver Eyes: Chapter 11

Lucian

"Hey Luce." Iggy fazed(a short-distance shadow-travel that he developed) into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

"What am I? Your mom?" Lucian frowned at his brother. "Find your own dinner."

"Right. The whole immortal thing makes it that you don't have to eat." Iggy rolled his eyes. "Hey Nick, you wanna go with me to get some bucket chicken?"

"Sure." Nick jumped over the couch. "Record that football game for me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Gale waved him away. "Get me some Onion Rings."

"And Pretzels for Hunter." Lucian added. "You know how he likes those."

"Alright. Sure." Nick replied and the two of them faded into the darkness.

Lucian sighed. When he had brought the 6 of this misfits here, it was empty- filled with the corpses the Forsaken that had sided with Darius. They worked to give each of them a proper burial, a long tedious process but they managed. From there, the mansion became their bases of operations.

Lucian had saved tons of money over his thousands of years of living so he could keep up the up keep of the mansion.

The old Forsaken-turned Shadowchasers were the problem.

They were animals and Lucian meant that in the most vile way possible. They didn't know how to read, how to use eating utensils or the most basic things.

After two years, they were much more civilised but reading was still a problem for most of them, except Hunter who had self-taught himself the language because he had been the scout for both the Forsaken and Shadowchasers, so he needed the language to traverse the mortal world by himself. Hunter was the reason why Darius keeps finding Arman in each cycle.

Next to Lucian, Hunter also was one of the oldest Forsaken. Speak of the devil. There he was. Lucian thought as Hunter came down the staircase and walked into the living room.

"Hey Punter." Gale greeted him without turning from the screen.

(WIP)