Those eyes of deadened emerald fall upon Nakki once more as the female allows her tail to fall, her form still held far from true submission and yet indeed it is this yield that is clear to his mind, unblinking eyes held against her own in this momentary acceptance of the true Demon King. Nakki, it would seem, is far from foolish, a creature whom values self-preservation and indeed is given to understand that he whom she lingers before is unlike any other, the deathly dark violence of his mind curbed and swayed by her actions, this female alone managing to speak his words and understand his language and as such this day, Nakki alone will survive unscathed, she has been…accepted in some method, by the Black Prince at least- yet his mate is of other concerns. His own growl rumbles within his throat in response to the sound that caress his mates vocal chords with thickened jealousy. She of Red and White warns Nakki, she claims her dominance as leading female upon this earth this night and earns this growl approval from the blackened nightmare whom looms like a coming shadow above them both. He is attracted to her strength, feeds upon her dominance as she demands it, as is her right as his chosen companion and carrier of his pups, though he has sired none upon her this season. In the moments the sickened creature starts forward, Flare is quick to leave his side, rushing forward, her speed superior to his own in this, seeking the bloodlust that he teases to life within her before he summons Nakki to join them. Perhaps she should be privileged, for she will have no second chance, the King of Darkness choices so few and yet she has been gifted a summons this night, an offer to feed upon flesh and blood and yet it would seem she seeks to deny it, lip curling in disdain at her disobedience and yet still she is spared by the lack of threat within her posture, his fractured mind content to ignore her until it is she steps before him, heckles raised and fangs bared.

He makes no sound as he simply strides forward, heckles rising like silent darkened knives as he looms above her, drape in the obsidian shadow that is his Kingdom. Had it not been for the foolishness of one, all would be spared. Had the weakling child not sought to demand his superiority the creature would have simply continued through Iromar as he does often and yet, child or not, the young one seeks to defy him, seeks to dare show dominance in his presence and indeed such things grate against him, rile the demons of his mind. The blood of Alphas runs thickly within the Black Prince and indeed such indomitable force is incapable of ignoring such challenges. He understands the youth of the boy and yet it matters not, he will take the child in his jaws and slice neck and spine until legs no longer hold him, until he can no longer show dominance. It is the boy whom is to be blamed for the plague of Night and Fire unleashed this night. He continues forward and towards Nikkai now as Vera lunges to block the assault of She of Red and White, a hiss of discord slithered from his lips as he looms above those whom would dare place themselves between himself and his possession, his mate, jaws parted as heated air rushes forward o caress Nakki’s features, so close he stands, so dominant.

“Move.”

It is barely a word, a rage sound upon a growl that crawls from his damaged throat and vocal chords like writhing creature before he simply presses forward once more, should she or the male she summoned still be standing before him he will simply continue forward, barging deliberately through both in the ultimate disrespect. He will not acknowledge they live, they are nothing, vile, weakling flesh to be consumed and yet he does not seek them as a meal this day, striding between them both, daring them to do more than stare in a perception of arrogance and yet truly he possesses none. He simply does not care. Perhaps they will seek to stop him, perhaps the shock of his actions will render them immobile, for surely only a creature of madness would walk into waiting fang and stride past. Locke and Nikkai no longer exist to his mind, they are worthless, incapable of demanding and as such they will not, the darkened nightmare gliding on silent pass of foreboding to stand beside she of Red and White in this moment, a black shadow to her light, the ash and darkness to her fire. The warning of the black one, Vera, draws merely his gaze. She seeks to demand of him, seeks to order him and it met with nothing more then a screeching roar as head and tail lift before her, standing before and above her now, clear to all present that Vera is beneath him. All are beneath him. None may command him, though many have tried. Deity’s do not serve the law of the mortals of this earth. His eyes remain upon her, reptilian gaze fixated with hunger upon her form as he remains within his dominate form before another step is taken, forward, deliberate- defying her entirely as his form melds with the white fire of Flare’s own.

What indeed was about to occur cannot be said, for the creatures head is given to rotate at the shrill cry of another, deadened eyes falling upon the form of Lilith as she lunges for Flare and his own lips part from the whitened knives of bloodied fangs to reach in front of his mate and meet Lilith’s charge himself. If she is wise she will retreat, if she is simply not fast enough he will gouge her eyes from her skull and tear open her face as his head jerks back. He does not protect Flare, such task is her own, he simply reacts to movement, reacts to the stench of aggression upon her, hunger clawing inside him once more and yet he remembers. He remembers the white ones and instinct warns, mind recoiling from this. He does not fight groups, knows of the damage they will bring. It is Trenus that Iromar owes it’s life to this day. It is Heyel and the wolves of old whom taught this lessen and see the creature simply snarl once more as he turns, shoulder pressing against Flare in silent command, teeth snapped at her flank and a rumble of summons echoes within him and he simply begins to move away. If they are wise they will let him go to continue his path through and out of the pack-land. If they are foolish they will engage, if they wish the death of one or many they will pursue and dare to tempt the Demon and stoke his hunger. For now his interest wans, the rising sun demanding he seek the darkness of his den. Yet if it is a blessing they desire from the Black Prince this day, they need only engage and a blessing of blood they will have.

Yet surely- they are not so very stupid. His stride lengthens, the creature heading for his trail once more, another snarl calling for Flare.