It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen them, longer still since I’ve seen more than two or three in a congregation and the fact that they’ve managed to build something almost like a pack is at least mildly concerning. I sighed, easing the sleep from my joints as I rose and pulled myself from the dark confines of my den and into the hot touch of the spring sun, shaking the night from my pelt with any easy toss, allowing the golden rays to warmth and soothe muscle that seem to become more tired more quickly of late. Of course, I’m by no means prepared to spend my days bathing in the sun like an actual elder, more so I suppose I am finally willing to admit that maybe, maybe I can’t launch myself from the ground at rocketing speed any longer. Hell, it was bound to happen, I’m in almost...almost...my seventeenth year. I was never supposed to live this long, no Assassin should cheat death so many times and yeah, I used to find it amusing, I used to find it a challenge, a game to test fate and yet now the longer and longer I live the more the worry begins to prick at the back of my mind. Why keep my alive so long? What’s coming? What’s waiting on the other side? I’m fairly sure it isn’t Zeivah and my sons. With the things I’ve done, there cannot be a redemption, not truly and I accepted that a long time ago, but it doesn’t mean that sometimes I don’t stop and think about it. Maybe today’s not that day for it, no, I have bigger issues to bother myself with. Like the return of Demons to this earth let alone this land.

When I’d first come to Moladion there hadn’t been many true-blooded Demon’s in sight, there’d been half-breeds of course, those obviously inflicted with poison in one way of another and yet they had been easy to dispose of along the way. Only Tobias lived long enough to become a problem and Jaidah of course, a constant annoyance though little more than that. She is old and broken now, clinging to fragments of a world that’s moved far beyond her and her reign. I’d cleaned this place up, one cannibal at a time, I’d made this my world, founded my own line, my own damn empire and for a long time it’s been good. I suppose I expected them to come back one day, I can’t destroy every Demon in the world now can I? Although quite honestly over the years I’ve killed enough to make a bit of a dent. They don’t seem as genetically gifted as my own bloodline, there pups are few and far between. Either that or they eat their own young, not surprising. Yet even I cannot ignore the obvious, or make light of the threat of Iromar. Something has to be done before this gets out of hand, before this becomes a war. Hell, maybe pushing it into war would be the best thing, Iromar doesn’t have the numbers, not at all and yet the call for war isn’t my own anymore, that needs to be Isola and Kane and that choice they have to make alone. My job, as always, has been one almost entirely thrown into the shadows, to work from behind and once more, the Assassins of Moladion have a purpose and a call again. It’s time to get rid of the problem- but not in the name of Diveen. This isn’t Pack and Pack, this is a little more personal. Bath Mat wants to raise a demonic army, let him. I’ve got Angels in the wings.

I snorted, smirk lacing my lips as I broke into a lope, feeling the return of an energy that’s lain dormant for far to long, purpose and need once more in every stride as I leapt upward, moving to the far outskirts of the sun-bathed pack land we called our own personal heaven, lunging up and onto the rocky platform Kane and Isola used as a throne. There out today, so I see no need not to borrow it. Claws scarped at stone as I threw my head back, blasting call erupting to dance and wing across the entire pack land, summoning them now, all of them. Malina and Ava, Azrael, Devil and Kahleesi, Lucid and Micteca, even Aaliyah if she could answer though I doubted she would heed a call to arms. Maybe Isola and Kane canbe patient, maybe they can be diplomatic, but I have another plan. This is our war now and if I have my way, we will destroy them all. I moved, taking a seat atop the small throne, moving slightly to the side, leaving a place beside me for Malina to sit as her rank dictated, waiting for the others to gather. Get ready Moladion- the Angels are coming.