The immortal life is rarely fun or enchanting. A low sigh escaped Phillip as he watched his men complete their mission. He twirled a small knife, his crimson eyes fixed ahead, a bored expression on his face. Relieved by the patrol’s success, he returned to base and his quarters. He found his partner, Anon, asleep in bed. Phillip changed, then joined his partner, wrapping his arms around them and kissing their neck.