He heard the call of the foreigners, the alpha angel of Diveen. It was a call unwelcome and brought a snarl to his blackened lips. You see, Andras was not in a good mood. He may have his Lillith, but his Rogue was no where to be found. She had abandoned him, in this time when he needed her most. He knew not this spell that caught him with Lillith, but it was a strange thing, one that she refused to stick around with. She left him. He, however, had never left Rogue. He took hits to the throat for her and risked his life more than once. She was blood and his own blood had spilled for her...and for what? For her to leave him during this strange time? Yes, Andras was quite irritated, and it was not wise for an Angel Queen to come barking at Demon Doors.

Of course, Miss Ishtar called out for Andras and his Lillith. They were indeed the highest of ranks for the Demons, Andras being the number two now that Baphomet fell. Andras was still...quite infuriated by this too. Now, his den is lined in the skin of crocs, small and large alike. He did not give mercy to any of those creatures. He killed their young while they were still in their white covered shells, eggs they are called. Eggs are disgusting things. Sometimes, they were nothing but a ooze. Other times, there were half-mutant crocodile....THINGS inside. Either way, Andras destroyed every single patch of eggs he found. He killed every small one stupid enough to leave the water. He also plans on murdering the adults, but they are a bit more...tricky. Regardless, he had killed enough younglings to allow a nice set of decoration, as a warning to any croc that may decide to attack a demon ever again.

Andras rose out of his den, his large muscular frame pushing out to where head, bones, and other such parts lay scattered about. His face of black was highlighted with the streaks of red that danced along his eyes, as he moved with great power and dominance across the land of Iromar. He held himself only lower to one, and that is the demon lady Ishtar, the lady that Baphomet left behind, a lady he must ensure has a smooth reign. He will do what she needs, as he does what any Demon leader needs. Well, for the most part. Andras did have a bit of a problem controlling his...desires, his anger. But they knew how he was, and he still rose to the top of the ranks.

As he moves in the thick bog world, Ishtar's form slowly appeared through the mists. She sits, though she is tall, she is strong, and she is silent. Andras moves, reckless as he always is with his highly muscular frame. He walks up to the side of Ishtar, his sunset eyes falling upon the two Angels and their...friends. He recognized one of them. Him. He who attempted to bite Andras as he took care of Lillith's toy. He was not welcome here, and Andras only met him with a piercing glare before turning his face to Ishtar. He kept his face strong for her, as he mouth lifted to whisper into her ear.

"You just tell me if they bother you, Ishtar. You give me the signal and I will take care of them," he said, so quietly, and it is for certain that it was a conversation heard only between he and Ishtar. He moved his lips away from her, his eyes locking upon the Angel Queen. He could feel a rushed desire to bring her harm, to let her form fall to the ground in screams and cries. Andras, however, stood beside Ishtar, scarred and battle torn from experiences past. Of course, Andras isn't like others, not exactly, for he enjoys the pain that scars bring. It was a pleasure. His head was held high, his tail also putting itself in the proper position to show that he is indeed dominant in this land. Ishtar may choose to show her dominance in other ways, but Andras knows Angels don't have the...brains to process the true regality of the lady that sits before them. He is second in command, bows only to Ishtar, and to all others shows his dominance. His blackened visage is not a friendly one, no. It is rather harsh, with his eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkling in slight disgust. they are lucky that Ishtar was here first, for her, for now, he will hold his tongue.