Her mind is slowly receding back into the murky depths of what is her own personal hell. The spark that is Devil May Cry which has ignited this uncontrollable flame has driven her further from what sanity she grasps tightly to. The position that he has put himself into has revived a beaten and forgotten grudge - the singular moment in which he had thrown her from her place in Paracon those many years ago. It is this that causes the explosion of violence and rage to ensue so that she may finally create an end to what he had begun. In these slow motion moments Calliel is a young Stella and she has now come to bring judgment from her past.

The charge that Stella initiated had granted her what she desired as Devil May Cry was shoved from his place atop Calliel and as he evaded her attempt upon his throat to counterattack, she twists so that her body dances away from his own and he own jaws clash against nothing but the space between. From seemingly nowhere, a younger male steps in and clenches his teeth around Devil’s rear leg, causing a scream of pain to sound from his vocals. This does nothing but to send Stella further into the recesses of her wicked mind, her devils enticed into the violent game that now plays out before her very eyes. Her pupils dilate as her mind slowly slips from her and she takes the moment that he is distracted with the boy to pummel into his rib cage and clench her jaws upon the flesh at his spine. He is now outnumbered, he is old, and his feeble mind has deteriorated to the point where he has attacked his own flesh and blood. Stella and Eden are nature’s way of determining that it is his time to go - it is only natural selection.

It is only by the husky voice of another that she relents in her attempt to drive Devil away from the injured child and the sound of an approach as the white wolf moves to snap at her haunches. She pivots and challenges him with her own bestial growl, her lips pulling back into a nasty snarl as her hackles rose and her ears flattened. But Heyel’s attention was diverted from her as he went for the other boy now before he speaks with virulent words to them both. A low, thunderous growl reverberates within her chest in retaliation at his words - as if the bag of bones they both are were capable of taking on the challenge of two in younger years. He is no longer the king that he once was and soon his days will pass just like many others before him. But Stella does not raise her words against his own, her mental state becoming more feral than in any other moment in her life, she does not feel the desire nor need to waste such energy on a useless individual.

The arrival of others were discarded within the tortured mind of the furian bitch as her frigid eyes remained locked upon the piteous figure of the attacker with murderous intent. The only sound capable of breaking her free from this intense stare would be that of Isola herself as she enters the scene, placing herself along the side of Stella as she gives her commands, their fur dancing among each other at the tips. For a moment, a slight wrinkling of her features is given, as she is not entirely fond of physical touch and yet she accepts it all the same as it passes. She is being rewarded for her duties by not being driven away by Isola in the midst of the chaos and she would be wise to keep in good graces - the small urge prods in the back of her fractured mind. As she continues to address Devil May Cry, Stella begins to feel herself slowing down, her breathing is becoming normal again and the consciousness of her mind is returning. And so she stands steadfastly with Kane’s mate by her side, her skull lifting as her posture changes and the sentence is presented to the accused.

The red and white regina moves smoothly from her then as she closes in on Devil and the attention of Stella moves with her as she is eager to witness what was to happen. Yet the individual breaking from the horizon carries her interest away from the battered exile as Stella has started forward, her knives unsheathed in their movement to send him from the confines of Diveen. The large form of her mother rushes in and it is all that Stella can do to bite her tongue to keep from verbally lashing out against Kiska’s decision to bring sanctuary for him. She should not have even returned to him - she deserved far better.

Glacial blue and golden eyes flick to Isola as Kiska pleads for his release into her care and yet it would seem that they not need her dismissal as Devil stumbles away in pursuit of the golden crowned femme. Her features shift from irritation into a hardened scowl as she is pressed to follow the pair out, glancing back to Isola so that she may indicate her intentions, her mind shifting from desires for bloodshed to nothing but pure ambition. She is within the purgatory of her mind - floating between complete chaos and keeping it all together. Let is be said that should she ever see his face again, he won’t be recognizable when she is finished with him.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | king's guard