Half of you, Vulcan!

The game.

      Later that day. 

~The Archetype and Vulcan~

"And that god left the child to the justice of the wild hunting winged bull with the head of a lion, Lamassu. But the child being the offspring of a god, a god himself, tamed and lured the monster with his innocence, until he had climbed on its back. The redhaired, neon-eyed child gave a loud shriek and the rage in him was intense and ripe enough to explode... The hot lava which had coursed from his remains burnt and melted the Lamassu. There go the story of the god who lived for three years... died with his foe... and at reincarnation, became the slave of the Lamassu who now takes the form of a Centaur, the father of the woman whom he loves."

Vulcan took a deep breath as the archetype stopped talking. 

"That's a story stalked by grief and pain and anger."

He let out finally. She chuckled and held his hand. They were standing before the Palace surrounded by strong walls - fe