The demoness patrolled around the river pack lands. They hadn’t had much trouble since the stealing of Saqr and Rogue recently added again to their ranks having taken a young trouble maker by the name of Renegade out of the lands. She still had yet to formally meet and greet him yet in time she was sure he would come. She hadn’t been ordered to take the boy away, but she felt after spying on his little meeting with a Diveen boy that was marked as a demon that perhaps she should be taking him away to a more suitable home.

Glorall was more fit a home for her than Iromar anymore. She had left because the throne had been sullied and taken control of one that should not have owned it. Her brother should not even sit the throne as those only approved may do so. The code was shattered left and right and still broken to bits how could she, one so loyal to the code continue to live under those who constantly shatter it? Ishtar never was appreciated by the former Ferryman of Iromar, Baphomet and his spawn were the only ones to be able to take the throne. Saqr, Zaqar, Lux any child created of Baphomet’s loins were the only ones in Rogue’s eyes that were fit to lead. Did she approve her brother being on the throne? Not really. Did she love her brother any less for it? No. He was Archduke for a reason, but by their blood they were not meant to lead, Andras was only slightly more acceptable in his position because of his markings but Rogue and Andras were not born of Royalty and were meant to serve not lead.

Hence where she was now. She served a leader not of Demon blood because it was were she was needed, where she belonged. The code was upheld to the fullest in her location and she did her best to maintain good standing with Iromar and Glorall. She had thought her brother had appreciated the location she was at but perhaps he finally wished to call her back have her as his loyal compainion once more instead of Lillith? No, Rogue knew better than that even as a little parasite called for her at the borders seeking her attention and reeking of Iromar and her brother. She had never met his spawn and was quite content not to until they were older and no longer useless whiny creatures that did little more the mule about. The wolfess hardly wished to see them until they were adults and capable of taking care of themselves, still though she did not ignore the summons running easily across the lands her red hooded form low as she traveled closer to the boy marked with red and black.

Once she had arrived she did not speak she simply waited, for elders were to be respected in their kind, something she reminded dear Saqr when he had been stolen here. He was still here yet no one thought to seek him out, perhaps it was because of his imprint, the damn girl. Saqr was damn well one of the only children of Baphomet she liked as a child when she had to babysit in Hell. She squirmed lightly at the memories, so many parasites everywhere… Still she gazed at this one now with poisonous eyes waiting for him to explain his presence to her while she waited in silence.


XxHeart of MalinaxXCreator of Magnus and AlphonseXxGlorall’s Demon