Some may know, but it seems to me that they do not comprehend the reality of the hundreds of years my father and I have lived. They do not see the way he uses them. They plot and scheme, but they live and die at his word and often serve his purpose even while they think they will succeed in supplanting him.
I am not his heir, though I am the oldest of his. Whether it is because he hates my mother, Brigid, or for some error of mine, or because I am not evil enough for his taste I do not know. But he delights in tormenting me.
He keeps me close, as one should always keep one’s enemys, and so I stay to watch the man. I also must watch my back. My brothers think I am favored to be at my father’s feet, they see me as a rival. They seek to rise and they do not know that no son of Brigid will ever sit his throne. But then Balor never means to give it up, he means to live forever.
Balor hates. That seems to me to be the greater part of evil, More than anyone else he hates Lugh, his brother, and second of all he hates my mother, his sister, Brigid. Sometimes I know he hates me third, but no one could supplant the first two in his antipathy. His nearest brother, his wife, and his son, folk so close to him he hates the most.
This character figures in the Niall Nine Hostages tale. He lives and observes all that Balor does. As such he could be a point of view character for “the Many Son’s of Balor.” I still need to decide on a name. He is very good looking, he could be Bres. As an observer he could very well be Tuan (I plan to use the name Tuan for an Uber-Celt that is placed with the Norfolk), the magical observer for “the Book of Invasions.” Then too, he might have a name that reflects his true parentage, but I haven’t settled on anything yet.