Pride before a fall (Damien)

Virgil had wandered down to the lake, he had his hands buried deep into the pockets of his black jeans. He was more than a little shaken by recent comments in the Calloway Chat, especially those that linked his parents to the Nazi's. He knew that they were trying to help people, what he didn't realize was that people wouldn't view it like that. He suppose he was naïve in thinking that everyone would think Father was a great man. He knew people had an issue with how much money his family had and the way they presented them self to society and their connections to the Gaunts, he'd never imagined them to actually dislike his father for his greatest creation ever and it troubled the young man to no end. Virgil walked along the edge of lakeside, the lapping of waves only severed as a small comfort to his troubled mind. He actually had one the bracelets in his hand, he was Tinkering with it for the last few days. His Dad was on the verge of a next generation of bracelets but they needed something to make them drastically different to the original and that was what Virgil was working on. The spring air was pleasantly warm and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair as he walked along gave him a small sense of peace.

DAMIEN ALEXANDER THORN