The Rumor is True.

Prisma's claws dragged against the blackened ground of Hades, long tail swaying behind him. His ears remained drooped low, entire demeanor more lax than his mind. It had been months since he left Hades to wander the Elysium, not wanting to risk running into any loyalists to their beloved Weaver and getting into a fight. He had no weapon, not yet. It would be ugly if he only had his teeth and claws.

He trudged towards a barely functional hut near a pile of stones and a broken trunk. Within the stones was a small arch that made an opening for a den-like structure. A small grumbke left the den, two eyes piercing through the dark. 

Prisma simply walked past it and into the broken hut, pulling a small satchel towards him to put in a few small items such as some currency and a single bone with some dried meat. 

"Nimbus," called out Prisma. He turned his head back to the stone den, curling his lip as he got no answer. "Nimbus!!"

A small juvenile bark escaped from the den, a hellhunde pup scrambling out with an oversized red collar and a few scars along its pelt. Nimbus quickly stopped in front of the entrance to the hut, panting with a smile as it looked up at its master expectantly.

Prisma only sneered at the pup and grabbed a stripped bone, tossing it to the creature carelessly. "I'm heading out. Don't you try running away while I'm gone or I'll feed you to the packs out there." 

The puppy hardly understood the threat, primarily focused on the bone to chase after. Once caught in its jaws, Nimbus trotted back to its den to flop down and chew it up. Stupid mutt...thought Prisma. He rolled his eyes and turned away from the hut, making his way towards the exit of this wretched place.

Unfortunately his peace was cut short. The closer he got to leaving Hades, the more eyes he felt kn him. A small groan escaped him and he finally glared back to a pillar, eyes locking on a familiar sakura-furred kitsune. "Seraph...don't you have clients to scam? I don't need you on my tail this entire trip."

The kitsune grinned maliciously, "well I want to see if this information I've sold to you is truly a lie or not. I could get some good sales if I find you scammed~"

Prisma growls lowly, "you would also be finding my claws in your belly." He turned away from the other and spread out his wings as he ventured further up. He managed to land just on the outskirts of the Elysium, wincing at the brightness of the setting sun.

Seraph closed their eyes, lifting their chin as they soaked in the last bit of sunlight. "Ah, the Elysium. This place harbors many stupid clients...a good place to become rich." They grinned and looked at Prisma, who was doing his best to avoid the sunlight as he continued along the outskirts. "Can I presume that you are going to be forging a weapon to use against your caretaker?"

Prisma sighed as he heard the kitsune trot alongside him. "I don't think I need to explain my entire plans again? You are so annoying, I would skin you if you weren't still useful to me." He bares his teeth and raises a claw to his throat, slowly running it horizontally across it. "The plan has never changed. Get a weapon, curse it with holy magic, and kill those damned excuses for parents."

The kistune giggles, amused, "and after all of the trouble that they went through to get you...not every angel will fly babies to Hades~"

Prisma snarls, "it is because I was raised in Hades that Ezekiel and the other precious sundrops won't accept me in Eden. I'm barely allowed to roam the higher parts of Elysium without risking getting spotted by those damned cherubim."  Heglared off to the side and stopped for a moment. The angel looked up slightly, catching a glimpse of the brighter sides of the Elysium, even the grass of Eden. It was so high up...he would never remember what it was like to be up there.

Prisma frowned and shook his head, quickly catching himself before he had slipped into a more vulnerable state of mind. He glared at the path ahead, continuing to scan for this rumored forgery. "A weapon like this won't be enough to fight Ezekiel himself, but I'll feel good to get someone's blessed blood on a blade."

Seraph giggles, "a blade sounds a bit too much for you. I would expect something easy to hide."

Prisma glared at the kitsune and just continued to walk forward, not committed to giving them the satisfaction of a conversation any longer. By the time the sun was at its final moment of light, Prisma could smell burning embers. His claws dug into the dirt and he pushed himself forward through another bush before finally coming along a large building with a tall chimney leaking smoke. This had to be it. The forge.

"...well, I don't suppose you were waiting for me to be scammed?" Prisma said with a small grin, this time with malicious intent. Yet instead of an answer he just got a glare from the kistune. "It seems so...the forgery is real."