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I moved towards the sound of my Father’s call, pace increasing to a steady lope, carrying my form away from my Den, though not before I paused to have one last look, allowing the opalescence of my gaze to drift across those who slept within. Andromeda, her dark form seeming all the darker atop the white of the feathers I’d lined the den with had coiled herself around our sons in sleep. Starfall, Guardian and even that other one, Meryl. I wasn’t ready to call him son, hell, maybe I never would be, but I was at least willing to accept that his place was within my home. For now that would have to be enough. What can I say? I don’t accept others into my affection very lightly and while I’d never bring the boy harm and hell, maybe I’d even look out for him, I wasn’t ready to acknowledge him as my own just yet. The other two however, were an entirely different matter. As far as I was convinced, the boys, my sons, MY sons- were exceptional. They were beyond anything in this world, the light itself seemed to shine from them and I found it difficult to even turn my gaze from their sleeping forms. Of course, I still lived in hope that they’d shed their puppy fur and turn out to be white, after all, white was a far more exceptional colour and truly the only blemish they had upon them as far as I was concerned. Yet I was beginning to doubt that would happen. They were already a few days old and yet they seemed convinced to maintain their mother’s black pelt. They had some white, I suppose, but really, couldn’t they have tried a little harder?

I snorted a moment, unwilling to allow even my own regular pessimistic attitude effect the perfection of that moment before I turned, loping towards my Father’s call to arms and indeed, feeling somewhat surprised as I caught sight of my older sister attempting to clamour up and sit beside our sire. Aaliyah. I slid to a walk, essentially strutting towards the gathering, after all, i am no longer just Azrael, Prince of Diveen. I am Azrael, Prince of Diveen and Creator of Life. I don’t need any of them anymore, I can create my own army. Ok, maybe I was just in a really good mood today, though seeing Ally dampened it a little. I adore my sister, she is of the blood and of the Art but she also brings those....things with her and judging by the more shapely look to her figure I could only assume that she’d born them somewhere within the pack. If she thought for even a minute that whatever it was she had brought into this world was going to associate with my own children, she had another thing coming. Maybe that’s what this meeting was about, maybe she’d finally seen the light and realised that the destruction of her half-breeds was going to happen one way or another. I love her, I do- but I don’t love her mate or the blood she has allowed to poison our impeccable line.

I made my way forward, moving to sit beside Kahleesi, the girl seeming taller then I remembered, finally starting to grow into that body or so it would seem. Evidently she had chosen the right path, Tesseract having been scarce since the fall of his Mother, though truly I would have preferred the useless Ruvindra over the lunatics who had taken over now, wolves who did nothing but machinate and sign their own death warrants. It was an anger that would never end, a wound that would never heal. They had violated my soul and for as long as I lived I would seek their destruction one by one. I would kill them all. I had sworn to it. They had nearly cost me the life of my imprint, the birth of my sons marred by the stench of them. The stress had been to much, my Stella had suffered and I will not allow such things. Maybe I do play the fool, maybe I do appear to be the spoiled little prince, but sometimes I will not grin and bear, some things I take entirely seriously and the destruction of Iromar was one and apparently one we all shared. It is good to have a purpose again and indeed, even I was willing to admit I liked Heyel a little more when he decided to rally. I would however, remain eternally displeased that Aaliyah seemed to adore him so much and he her. He has a weakness for females I will never understand. I consider myself truly fortunate to have been given sons. Something truly valuable. I lifted my gaze up towards my sister, on eye rising slightly, teasing as she spoke. I don’t really hold much lova for Malina either and maybe I do outrank her when it comes to blood and birth, but the Art is another matter and Malina’s rank is her own and that i will respect- for now. Aaliyah should too.

"What do you think you’re doing up there, Sister? I don’t believe Heyel invited you to sit beside him. Unless of course, you’ve come to hand over your half-breeds to us. What did you have, baby girl demons, baby boys? A few of both? Is this what we have gathered to discuss? Or have we come to talk of Iromar? Personally I think we should kill them all, every single last one of Demon blood. They have touched what is ours one too many times."


((Will post Heyel again here tomorrow, just give Micteca and Ava one more day))


AZRAEL

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"5 years ~ No Mate ~ Soul of Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Sire of Starfall & Guardian ~ Diveen "