'Talking' Things Out

In the closed Apollonir colosseum, two men could be seen locked in a stalemate while the festival raged on. 

Though father and son, the two could not have been more different looking. 

The father was a more soft looking man, with more feminine features in his face.

Intimidation factor aside, he looked like every woman's favorite toy-boy.

He had long silver hair and golden eyes and horns paired with deep black skin.

He wore elaborate black and gold robes that exposed his broad chest that was packed with powerful muscles.

Two demonic axes rested on top of his shoulder; connected by a black chain that seemed to be from the deepest recesses of hell itself.

The younger looking man opposite him was somehow even more charming, like every woman's wildest dream and craving rolled into one, irresistible form.

He tied up his bright red hair into a ponytail, before grabbing the black spear that was embedded in the ground.