Rogue watched the other little demon child noting her markings how similar some of them like her side of the family’s. Did she take more after Andras then? She was curious, and her poisonous eyes scanned the child noting the light in her eye as she sneered at the child. Rogue rose to her black paws giving her black tail a flick her slightly scarred muzzle lifting up in a sign of dominance over the child. She could care less how old she was. If she was a demon she would certainly be respecting her elders and knowing that always she would out rank her. Child of Andras the new ‘demon lord’ or not she was not meant to be royalty, their blood was not royal. Even if perhaps the child’s grandmother’s was.

She gave her name Lamia. It would do, it was not horrid at least clearly Rogue felt no need to introduce herself, that girl knew exactly who she was and this girl knew what she came for. Rogue’s ears flicked back taking in the child’s scent and sure enough her father’s musk was strong along with other things that rather suited how her father was. Then the question Rogue was expecting came, the same question her brother posed to her when he was around the same age. The sneer left her maw and instead a cold stare filled it’s place.

Rogue didn’t even have to dignify the child with a response. Alcmene, bless her little child, said all that Rogue felt needed to be said. Why would Rogue and Malina not teach her children the ancient tongue that both she and Rogue had grown up with. No fire works came from the adult demoness before she spoke coldly.

"Qui dereliquerunt me propinqui mei, ET Infernum, et non e converso, cum parvulo.”"My kin abandoned me AND Hell, not the other way around, Child. " She wanted the truth she would get it, but how much should the old Ferryman of Iromar divulge to the child. Nothing more. Let her find the answers on her own of how Andras’ imprinting caused her to be alone in Moladion, how Ishtar and Andras betrayed Demon Code royalty and have formed the code to their will or were rid of it entirely. Rogue could not serve a Demon Alpha, not even if it was her brother, if they did not belong on that throne. She would help them if called for she did love him, but nothing more. Only when a child of Baphomet or another true lined King or Queen of hell came to Moladion would she return. But Mana, her sweet naïve child was right. Her real family was here now in Glorall there was no reason to leave.

”Alcmene, we are leaving.” The female ordered turning on her heels and walking away from her niece. Her family was here now, they left her and she would never give up the title that suited her. The AWOL Demon. Alcmene was fine and in need of training, no better day to start than today really and she didn’t need slowed down by this pup.


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