I didn't think he would follow Aithne and I back to Iromar, but follow he had. I wondered how much of Iromar he would recognize. It was different in some ways, the wolves included. The wolves were not the saints he had so defensively pictured, but they were not murderers like some would have you believe. I had seen their viciousness, yet I had also seen their kindness, let alone what Aithne had seen. So I would leave Samael up to judge what he thinks of Iromar now.

Of course, I could never be sure how he would be received. I was still left in the grey about his departure from Iromar, I knew it had something to do with the death of his brother, the former king of Iromar. Would Andras and the others accept him back in with empty arms? Or would he be chased off? These questions would be answered soon enough as we neared the swamp lands, I might have an idea if I knew more about the mysterious male following us.

I was both happy and relieved to be back in my home. Astaroth, my soul, was here and that made me happy, plus this place was safe from the freelands where my murderous brother stalked, waiting for me. Iromar was a sanctuary for me, even if most called it Hell. I belonged here, and that would never change, no matter what anyone said I was going to prove myself here.

When we neared the border, Samael stopped in his tracks, not daring to place a hair over the border. "i obey the laws of my kind, i’m afraid. i will not step on the king’s soil without his welcome… can one of you tell King Andras that his predecessors brother has come home?" he says, and I stop to look at him. I smile and nod my head ,"That is understandable." I then turn my attention to Aithne. "You should stay with him in case someone comes around. I'll go see if I can find Andras at his den, and if I can't, I'll come back and call for him," I said, and with that I quickly turn and run towards Andras's den, hoping he's there.

I slow as I enter the clearing, full of animal bones of all shapes, sizes, and species. I can scent him, but I cannot tell if he is inside the den or if he was around earlier. I move hesitantly closer but stop a respectful distance from the opening. I feel a presence, but I can't be sure its his or maybe his mate Lillith. "Lord Andras?" I say, hoping if he is here I can grab his attention. "Aithne and I found a wolf out in the freelands who says he used to be from Iromar, and he has returned with us. He says his name is Samael, brother of Baphomet. He is waiting at the border and wishes to see you," I say, my silver gaze looking around for the demon king, or even his queen. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.