"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me; for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.."

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Time had been passing rather quickly and the day of his glorification was to be upon him soon enough - he could feel it rising in the air.

The demon prince had kept himself from Iromar for the past few seasons, not wanting to have to come face to face with his father's dismay that he could not complete a task as simple as he had been given. It angered him to no end and he felt bitterness toward his rock-brained relative, Rogue, for the embarrassment she was to bring upon him. It was not like she would care what wrath Andras would deal upon him though - she was vile enough to turn her back upon Iromar itself. The thoughts made him seethe silently as he tread through the woodland, though he was slow to let them dissipate, focusing more of his attention upon his future at hand.

It would not be acceptable to simply return home with no fruits for what efforts he had put forth and so he had devised a plan worthy of gaining himself respect and glory among his pack mates and family. Perhaps a bit outlandish, if one were to look at it from another angle, but the demon boy was confident in his abilities and he would train until the day he would head out in search of his key to infamy.

Recently, he had been able to take down a young puma, his size capable of rivaling the inexperienced cat's own and became his advantage in the end as he robbed the creature of its final breath. There was a feeling like no other when he was hunting those who were predators themselves and it only provided more strength to lend him when his day was to come. The blood of the kill was still lingering upon his coat, intermingling with the already darkened rust colors of his fur, as he traipsed along in no particular direction. Subconsciously, he sought after water and whether he were to find it or not would be up to time itself and the luck of which direction he was wandering in.

Either way, today was growing to be a rather lazy day, and he did not mind all too much. He would reserve much of his energy for a time when he needed to kill again.

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