If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living.

She had wiped out lines of Angels before. Demolished any trace of their genetic code from continuing. She had let their blood trickle down her throat, and she had eaten of their flesh as disrespect for their bodies and soul. She had also wiped out lines of Demons that did not hold loyal to the code set down by the Demonic elders. Those bodies she had also eaten. She was not strictly a cannibal, but she saw nothing wrong with partaking of the flesh of those fallen. Why waste the meat? There was no homage to fallen adversaries to perform as why should victors bow their head to those that lost? It was a ridiculous concept and one that Ishtar did not question or even really consider.

She had been running the borders silent in the pain of the fact that Baphomet's scent was gone. There was nothing left of him except his children and every time she looked at them she felt a sharp pain in her chest. The official time of mourning was long go but she missed his loud laugh and dominant demeanor to reassure her that everything would be all right. Still, she was a creature to be reckoned with on her own accord and did not fear the mantle that had been placed on her shoulders. Iromar may have been small, but she had a steady hand and the patience it took to build it back up.

And then it came. It was a call from Alpha to Alpha. She pricked her ears, and let out her own calling to Andras, Lillith and her son Saqr. She chose her second and Lillith because they were Demons born, raised, and trained. She chose Saqr simply because he was closest by from her nose and it was important for her children to realize that they were Demons. She would of rather Dante, her oldest, but he was not much in Iromar after the death of his father. She did not wait for their arrival, confident that they would not disappoint her. She moves purposefully, and it was clear that she was well aware of herself and what she was capable of. The Blood Mouth emerged from the mist sure-footed and confident if not a touch proud. Yellow-gold eyes evaluate each of them silently. She watched as the two younger wolves flanked the Queen and noticed what seemed to be another Angel in the background. Strange that the Angelic Queen would not have surrounded herself by her brethren and chose instead those that were not Angelically marked.

She sat before them on her land, regal and noble. She does not speak first, for that would show weakness and submission. Iromar was her land and she had not sought out the Angel Queen for any favors. The Blood Mouth was not in debt to anyone, and would never be. It would be interesting to see how this meeting of giants went. They both had cards up their sleeves, desires to be met, and yet it would not be Ishtar that would begin the negotiations. No. If Isola wished to speak about anything concerning Iromar, then it would be she who broke the silence that enveloped them. In the mists, Ishtar was at home, and her relaxed posture did not indicate any threat. This was a meeting of the minds, not a war summons. Though if any should make a false move, they would see why she was called the Blood Mouth.

ISHTAR.