Baphomet had been eaten by the true King of the Swamps; taken, he had heard, right before his mate and children. A shame, truly, but not one he could not brush off with a mere shrug of his shoulders - it seemed that Demons, so they had been blessed by name, were a damned race, cursed to not once hold the throne longer than a year or two. Hadn't it been the same with Jaidah? Ruvindra? Pathetic, really, but the upheaval had nonetheless given himself and his beloved a chance to break away without repercussion. It felt.. refreshing to say the least to be free of the mists, his pelt returned to its flawless alabaster once more and the musk of the foul waters washed free of him. He was no longer ruled by another, no longer forced to share a home with his wretched family but still... he followed.

He followed for Caligula's sake - he followed for his own curiosity but perhaps part of him followed out of the desire to ensure his step-father, Vague, remained alive enough (and for long enough) to keep his mother from becoming a total lost cause. They had found Ajax, or Caligula had at least, with the overhaul of Glorall and he had quickly been dispatched of - he had attempted to remind her that the marks the male bore in his pelt and eyes marked him as a pureblood sibling, but who was he to deny the will of whom he loved? It just so happened to be that, perhaps, he would have been a saving grace for Vague that day for he had been watching them from quite a distance, half bored and soon to become apathetic but thankfully, something - or somebody - had come to pike his interests. He had seen them move, two forms of pure white in the shade of the trees and he had followed suit, his own pale form beginning to weave closer towards Vague. He knew Heyel's form too well, but it was the other below him that intrigued him most - Khaleesi, as small and dainty as ever.

He had caught few of the words, only catching the tail of Khaleesi's own as he broke through the tree line at an easy trot, coming to a halt beside the den though he remained some distance from the two others. He stood tall, his appearance paying homage to the wraith-like grace his mother had once possessed as he met Heyel's gaze with a half smile before his eyes moved to Khaleesi.

"It's good to see you again, Khaleesi," he said coolly, dipping his head ever so slightly before his muzzle broke into a broad grin, a brow sliding up quizzically, "Though I must disagree with your assumption of brainwashing - Ruvindra has a number of children besides that of which you are attempting to decide the fate of, no? Do you see each of the others brainwashed? What of us - what of them?"

He held her gaze for a moment before shrugging lightly, his attention diverting back to Heyel with another low bow of his skull - after all, had Heyel not stood at his King so long ago? Was he still not a King in his own right? Tesseract knew when to give respect but also as to when he was to be returned the favor - what hath they against him? He had struck a deal with Azrael, no? He had entered their lands and showed respect? He had not killed, had not devoured and had sworn such a frail allegiance to Iromar that it was almost laughable. Come now, if they attacked unprovoked it would surely only prove the slowly disintegrating reputation the Angels had begun to earn. Thank him, Vague, for perhaps he will save your life once more.

"You are looking well, Heyel, but tell me - what is it you seek with my mother's mate? He is but out here with my youngest sister teaching her to hunt an acceptable prey-type, yes? An owl if I smell correctly. He no longer holds a commanding rank within Iromar so what do you desire? If it is information you seek, perhaps you should have approached a wolf who held a rank within Baphomet's Iromar - I have made it easy for you and stood before you."

He held an easy grin, his head tilted slightly but his posture all too calm. Vague and Ska had all but been forgotten, his task at hand to move Heyel and his own personal brainwashed assistant to a separate location. Or here, it did not matter - they simply had to stop pestering the old wolf, Vague. Besides, there was oh so much Tesseract knew, far beyond the knowledge of Vague and the half blood beside him.

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