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I would have been a damn better King. It should have been me. I am the son, the true heir and yet when the time came he named her. Heyel named her. Why? I felt my tongue roll over the dangerous points of my teeth, forcing back the growl that coiled so dangerously within my throat. She might be my sibling but in this land she is still Queen, still Alpha and I still….love her, with everything in me I love her and I won’t raise fangs to family, to my own blood. Well…maybe I’d bite Heyel but I might be inclined to wait until he gets a little older and slower- just a bit. Or at least until he hands control of the Assassins to Malina, I hardly need to deal with fall out like that. I allowed the depth of my violet blue eyes to remain on her own, features cool, hard. That she would deny my offer to accompany her is somewhat…displeasing. It is my job, my rank and yeah I know the last time I went to Iromar I attached myself to some idiot’s neck, but he deserved it. I regret nothing. When she finally relented to my request I simply moved away, powerful form and long limbs circling wider, moving to scout ahead and leave the females to make their own way. I don’t know this Katsumi and yet if Isola trusts her, so be it, I’ll simply watch over them from a distance since evidently I cannot be trusted to control myself. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes at the thought, honestly, I have one slip up and the pack looks at me like I mauled a puppy to death, one time I trespassed, one time I bit a moron and they act like a defiled something, they watch e like they think I’m going to explode again. I did my damn job. Well- maybe it was Heyel who came and put them all back in place but I protected Micteca and Moth, I did what I was trained to do. If they didn’t want me to kill things they shouldn’t have taught me how.

Besides, Iromar had it coming. They touched what was intimately mine and from that I will never recover, yet that doesn’t mean I cannot be trusted not to maintain some dignity. Evidently I will have to prove that to my dear sister today. Like I said, I would have been a better King. She tolerated Baphomet, let him get away with taking what was hers, maybe in the end she was right, she said it would ruin him and maybe it did- but I would have just declared war. Why not? We have twice the numbers of that fog filled hole, hell, some of their wolves are even loyal to us. Dimitri came to our side, Vague is in Isola’s debt, Cherom-whatever apparently has a thing for Letum. We could have ended it in a damn day and yet Isola wouldn’t raise an army. Women. I snorted, irritable, tall, powerful form slowing back to a walk as we descended down onto the flats or Iromar, lip lifting in slight disdain at the thought of having my paws dirtied by this foul land. Honestly, did no one ever clean? It’s not a surprise Baphomet got eaten…..how could he have seen where he was walking? I paused, muzzle lifting to taste at the air yet finding nothing alarming before I moved forward, coming to stand slightly behind and to the side of my Alpha and her companion as they summoned the new Queen.

The Blood Mouth, Malina said. Not a creative lot are they? Then again, Baphomet called himself the Demon King and it is debatable if any of these wovles are actually demons, cannibals, or just….ugly. I have seen true Demons, I have seen creatures like Daemon and Tobias, Creature and Arsenic. True demons cannot be ruled. I paused a moment, considering my own thoughts. Red and black were never my favourite colour combinations and yet, by some default my own sons had been born in such shades. Honestly I would rather not consider what that meant, Andromeda and the boys kept deeply within the Diveen pack for that reason alone. Isola worried as much as I did for there safety. Iromar had already shown an interest in Andromeda and myself and now apparently we produce….unfortunately coloured children, their existence however, has been kept very much unknown, the boys forbidden from playing near the borderline where scouts of other packs may be given to see. Why? Because I refuse to allow the idiocy of Iromar to believe we kidnapped some Demon children. After all, they seemed to think kidnapping Andromeda because she looked skinny was acceptable, there intelligence highly questionable in that area, so why wouldn’t they take back what they might think is there’s? Honestly I have been forced to cater to imbeciles my entire life- let us hope Ishtar (who I am willing to bet has a red face) is not like the last King.

I moved to seat myself, red and white form easily blending with the mist and fog as the violet blue of my gaze peered within the land itself, awaiting the arrival of the new Queen. I doubted there would be need of my services today and yet even so I am more content to be here, to keep Isola safe should she need it, though truly it was a struggle to keep my heckles down. I hate this place, I hate everything about it and when I am King…..I’m going to burn it to the ground. I smirked slightly to myself, beautiful features pulled into a handsome if not slightly devilish look. What can I say? I hold a grudge. Today however- I am behaving.



AZRAEL

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