The feeling of irritation was running deep within the core of the beast. He felt the itch, the violation of his being digging into his skin like a pathetic dog covered in ticks and fleas. Rogue. His sister of blood and sweat, the one who he held scar for, had decided not to stay in Iromar. He paced at the edge of the murky bog water, a graveyard for alligators and wolves alike. Andras knew the blood of the demon king still lingers somewhere, deep in the mud and guts of their lizard enemies. So much has changed since there arrival to their new homeland, and although Baphomet's death was not something that pleased the wretched creature, the abandonment by Rogue was far more displeasing...far more painful, though he would admit it only to two.

He knew that Rogue had gotten pregnant. The very thought sent his sharp hairy knives skyward, into a prickly rage upon his back. As he paced, he felt the mud building up on his hefty paws. Rogue never wanted children, parasites as she would lovingly call them. It was not the way of Rogue, but she claims her imprint persuaded her into the...act. His thick muzzle exposed a sharp fang as his thoughts continued, swirling in the dark void of his mind. Lillith was his everything, but Andras would only do as Lillith wished. How then, did Rogue get pregnant? Logically, it was not lining up in his mind, not fitting together how Andras would like it to. Either Rogue was not as she seems, or that male was not as what Andras is to Lillith. Something was off, something was terribly off, and his Rogue was not here.

It was an overcast day. Clouds covered the sky like a soft grey blanket. The light was not bright, nor was the world dark. Shadows don't litter the world as when the sun is high and blaring. It was fitting for the misty world of Iromar, already a place of dread and doom. It had rained the night before, and Iromar was particularly wet and unpleasant. Andras didn't care for pleasantries. The damp world was of no concern, for he held no injuries or wounds at the moment, only the lasting memory embedded into his skin from violence past. His scars were fitting, trophies even upon his black and red demon pelt. With each pacing step, his muscles rippled and coiled, a show of his constant attention to his bulk and strength. Not a day went by where he simply rested and lounged. Every day, the head demon male of Iromar worked to keep his body a well oiled force to be reckoned with. Even before their leader Baphomet fell, Andras was one to work on his strength, but ever since his death, he took it upon himself to be the muscle of Ishtar if she did ever need it. She was their leader, and he would not see her fall as Baphomet did. He would fall before she did...and he wasn't falling anytime soon.

The brute of blood and black held his head lowered towards the damp grass. His large form inching towards the edge where the dry world meets the wet. His muzzle lingers close to the water as his sunset eyes gaze into the image of himself, seeing only Rogue and her abandonment, the frustration that she would raise her puppies away from him. Away from demons. Away from everything they represented. Are they never to know to very one who saved Rogue's life? Are her children ever to know their cousin and their blood? Their heritage and what their blood stands for? His eyes narrowed as his tongue ran over his readied teeth. He cannot allow this violation to tear into him. He lives now for Lillith, for his daughter, for the demons of which is. She may be able to abandon everything that gave her life and existence, but he could not. One day, maybe his dear sister of blood would understand, for now, Andras lifts up his head, and gazes into the distance with a stern face. Hopefully, Rogue was really getting all the intelligence she says she is getting from the angels. Hopefully, she isn't truly abandoning them, despite how it feels to the mildly irrational male. He can never agree with her choice to raise his nephews away from demons, in the land of angels. Hopefully, his demon sister would not turn. Only time will tell.