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Indeed, it's my favorite past time back home in my kingdom when I sent her another's way. As she should be, my love. I heard the same rumors from the gossip mill as well, but the overwhelming shift means he's officially been crowned. He and I are overdue for a chat anyway, I'll congratulate him then.

I wouldn't say no to seeing her muscle people away if they try to come to me for help, it'd be quite hilarious. Our daughter is our main priority. However, I heard on the grapevine that Wrath is finally taking the throne? At least we didn't miss that.

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It seems I came back home just in time. Congratulations, brother.

I suppose some celebrations are in order, but I can do without.

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I know it will make no difference for you, but I'm not the same Pride who left you in the care of your Uncle. I can't pretend I don't know his reasons either. That doesn't make what he did right.

Thank you for realizing why the other you abandoned me in the first place. You don't get to call me Quinn, call me nothing like how you left me. Nameless, leaving your brother to name me and take care of me.

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Sperm donor, I suppose the other me warrants that one. It's startling how much you look like her, Quinn.

Looks like the sperm donor actually cares about other people again, at least enough to want a party.

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A trusty protection repellant against a mob of beggars with ill intent for my Queen. We are here for our daughter and nothing more, my darling, that is the sworn promise.

Ah, Mighty Kei-Ring– I have no doubt that she will rip them to shreds if you don't. That doesn't mean you can get dragged into the shitshow either, okay? We're either both in or both out.

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Those affected by this spell haven't been around here for long and we are already witnessing a royal wedding. I'll visit Gluttony at one time or another, but hearing the gossip from you gives us a riveting conversation even though I promised I'd keep myself from the shit show stew. As for my daughter, her version of me gives her all the reason to lunge. I think Isabel is working on some project with Lust, but it's in her best interests if you did give her something to do. Like wedding planning for her niece, as an example.

Blair, his and Josephine's daughter– she's actually getting married to an old friend of mine, which I just found out. You've missed quite a bit, but don't worry – I can fill you in when I learn everything, or you know the best gossip brother for the job. I'll keep you boozed up, don't worry, but should I prepare for her trying to lunge at you? If we're being completely honest, I worry for Isabel as well. The world is... a hot mess in simplest terms, and I know how hard it will be for her to not involve herself. Perhaps if we find her something else to do, we can keep her better shielded from it.

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And anyone who utters a single word about the shitshow, I'll sic Keilah on them.

I don't want to hear about this shit show, I'm not here for the shit show.

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You are the gift that keeps on giving, my Knight.

Gluttony has a daughter as well? We have missed a chunk of gossip, haven't we? Oh, trust me, I will need a dozen of your signature cocktails to face a family reunion where my own daughter should want nothing more than spitting in my face from her hatred. Isabel is...improving. I worry what being back will do to her, Keilah.

How can you not?

A daughter? I'm just getting my mind blown today. First, Gluttony has a daughter, and now you do, too. At least if you miss the cocktails during this family reunion, I can make you some of my signature ones. How is my Queen doing? She has to be doing a little better to be back... right?

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I missed you too, Keilah.

If the decision rested in my hands, Isabel and I would be still lounging on the beach with a cocktail. Our daughter has come through one of the rifts and Bel thought it best that we returned for Quinn's sake.

First, respectfully, why the hell are you back? Second, it's good to see your face. Third, why didn't you tell me you were coming back so soon?

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I half-expected a welcome home party, but I know we're not getting that.

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Quinn, what a beautiful name. It's a promise I have always made since the moment you became my Queen.

Bel, what are you talking about? You mean to tell me I would ever abandon our daughter? This doesn't...no, I couldn't. She will despise the very sight of me for what I've done to her, no wonder Sloth was shooting daggers in my direction. Not to mention, my face a reminder of the man who didn't want her. Darling, Quinn has to know I'm not the father she's been told about.

Yes, our daughter... Quinn. I promise I won't let it consume me, not when I will have you there to keep me true to that promise.

There's something you need to know. In Quinn's time, she was left to be raised by Sloth. After I passed, you turned off your emotions and left her behind. I wanted to warn you since she might not be receptive to you.

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Our daughter, my darling? I heard rumors these rifts were causing a commotion, but I did not believe times were involved. Bel, we cannot just-...fuck. If you can't leave her alone in that clusterfuck, what father would I be if I didn't do the same? Just promise me going back doesn't consume you.

I know, I remember– no one has convinced me to return for that. Pride, the spell has caused rifts that have brought our daughter from a different timeline into ours. I'm dead in her timeline– I can't... just leave her alone.

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Isabel.

I knew someone would try convincing you your return is required, but what's happened isn't our problem. Remember?

I know you wouldn't hesitate to throw them out, but that's not what I need.

I think... I think we need to go back, my love.

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If you are to a point where you are exhausted from these visitors, just say the word, my darling.

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Pride & Isabel Bishop Moodboard [1/?]

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In the beginning, more than one brother could not understand why Pride kept the woman so close in his orbit when she constantly defied him at every turn, fighting against the only solution she came to him with by saving the boy's life. Isabel held onto the bitterness of Collin's betrayal and threw everything she had at Pride but the kitchen sink, and yet while his stunted abilities would have granted him a way demanding the respect he still deserved as a Prince from a so-called misbehaving pet, but he couldn't indulge in his deadliest of sins to receive what he wanted. Soon, Bel's frustrating fire injected itself into the demon's bloodstream and infected his senses until nothing remained but the undying love and devotion. Pride's hand gently smoothed circles against the witch's back, pushing as much calm he possessed through his fingertips. Emotions weren't a forte of his in the past and the rare moments he witnessed mortals weep at his feet while they begged him to steal their souls in a deal left Pride unaffected, but nothing pierced straight through him mercilessly than seeing and feeling her sobs. He remained patiently silent out of respect as Isabel laid forth the reasons for her tears, a sudden appearance of a God revealing his warnings for her actions, his brother's determination resurrecting Celeste despite the cost of the price hanging over his and Gianna's heads...Pandora's ignorance. Pride knew from the start who exactly his brothers will turn to when the consequences are sown and he couldn't allow that. Isabel was always a dependable source of help who jumped at every opportunity sometimes without being asked, but despite their intentions, they took advantage of it too. She came up with the solutions for everyone, even for Pride's situation, and he turned himself into a witness of the toll her downfall took on her psyche. "Never in my centuries did I anticipate causing enough damage that a god comes forth from his perch and delivers a killing blow. When the inevitable takes place, my darling, they will understand how they've brought this on themselves." As much as he detested leaving his brothers to handle the mess without his guidance, breaking the unity of a sibling bond already standing on shaky ground, Pride couldn't deny the anger. Envy always did as he pleased, but why should the other princes come to his queen to weave a plan for an apocalypse they are responsible for bringing at their front doors? Why should Isabel give and give while his brothers continue taking without so much as a scrap of gratitude? He understood what this meant, what their vacation meant, turning a back on family, but their idea of family was so skewed and damaged. The only person he could rely on now, who stood at his side loyally, was his Isabel. Enough is enough. "We are not going back, my darling." Pride answered her question with no sign of hesitation or thinking about the selfishness in the choice. In a way, was it selfish saving his life and Bel's? Never. "You are my queen, my world, my one true love keeping my head above the dangerous waters of everything I am. I would give up my kingdom in Hell for you." Reaching a hand into his pocket, he removed the black velvet box and cracked open the lid, revealing the intricately woven silver band encapsulating the dark blue pear-shaped diamond that matched the color of his eyes. "Marry me and I will run away with you, Isabel. Forever."

Isabel Bishop wasn't a crier. That particular part of her was trained out of her since working in her father's clinic. She didn't even really cry when she found out about Collin's prognosis and eventual demise ahead of him, not when she had a chance to fix it. Maybe Bel had shed a few tears when Collin had left her and her family cast her to the side like trash. After that, she'd been so numb to it, instead lashing out at everyone and everything. Most of the time, it had been Pride taking the brunt of it, even if he'd deserved it for being a prick. Then things changed, and the brothers slowly thawed her cold heart and made her care for them– Pride wriggled his way into her heart and took root. Made Isabel want to lay down her life to protect them, and she did. Only to see that be tarnished in one fell swoop. The witch couldn't stop the tears, even less so when Pride pulled her into him, her cold skin seeking solace in the Prince's sun-warmed skin as she leaned into him. Bel forced herself to be quiet when Pride pulled away to settle his blisteringly bright blue gaze on her, a hand wiping away at the tears that stained her cheeks. An emotional breakdown was a wonderful start to their vacation. "I understand." And she did. Isabel never doubted that he would move heaven and earth if she simply asked him to, but he needed to understand why. "I was visited by the God of Time, Pride, I've stepped on more toes than I could count with Greed's resurrection. There were consequences from that, but that's on my shoulders to handle, and I will, but I couldn't let your brother make that same mistake. I couldn't let him take Gianna down that road when she doesn't truly understand the risks. I even pleaded with Pandora and it fell on deaf ears." Maybe if Bel had a child, she would feel differently, but she didn't– so it was clear as day. It went against the laws of nature to bring someone back, as selfish as it was for her to say when she'd done the resurrection successfully. All Isabel could register was the pain of talking to brick walls, the festering resentment brewing. After all she'd done and risked– placing herself on the line repeatedly. It wasn't her problem anymore, she had to remind herself. Envy laid it out for her plain as day, so why was it so hard to walk away? This was why she had to get away; she could feel her sanity cracking at the seams. "Cronus was clear... he was going to do whatever is necessary to stop the resurrection, may even resort to hurting them, and I can't... I can't bear to watch it because I know I will do nothing but try to fall on the sword for them again, even if they don't deserve it." That's where the ugly anger reared its head underneath the sadness and pain– the selfish part of her that took this slight against her like a personal attack. After all she had done. "This isn't just about people coming here and begging me for help; once we go back… people may expect me to fix the problem again, and I can't without it killing me this time." She was already at her wits ' end, drowning in guilt from leaving in the first place. It was eating her alive, but she had to look after herself eventually. Even if it pained her more than anything the King could ever have done to her. The witch's dark gaze never left Pride's face for a beat of silence before voicing her last question. "Do you think... you could run away with me and never look back? No going back to Hell, no going back to the city... just us. Forever."

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It explains away your Knight's penchant for entering a life of seclusion, but now we share the same problem. I cannot say I would blame a disobey of orders when Kei has done nothing but collect the pieces of her brother for centuries because of this goddess. In whatever method she possesses to track down Bellora's body should be done as quietly as possible or it will tip our hand. We should confer with Gluttony and hear his take on this plan of action. He's the strategist and his hex witch is best friends with mine.

This has been going on for a long time, Pride, though Bellora taking a host is new. Keilah and Corson will take a shot at her if they can, even if we order otherwise. I can't show my hand with the sword until it's time to strike after Keilah finds the goddess' body. Doing so might mean the death of your hex witch and anyone close to her before unleashing the might of a goddess on us that we may never be prepared for. We have to act like nothing is different and we're unsuspecting while moving pieces behind the scenes.