It had been some time since the demoness’ black paws had found themselves on Iromar. The last time she recalled was when Iromar had rallied it’s troops for war and she had joined in on their silly fight against the angels that really were nothing like the ones back from their old home of Hell. Rogue distanced herself after that day, chosen another pack to align herself with though still wished to be their ally and friend. They were her kin after all and never would she truly abandon them. It had been many years though since she had come , but it seemed the pack may be doing better than what it ever had done under the rule of the True King Baphomet or Ishtar the fool who started the war in the first place.

Funny, it was just futher proof to Rogue that out here they were alone, they could do whatever the hell they wanted, throw their code out the window through Rogue would never really let go of the thing that was shoved down her throat it certainly appeared as though maybe her brother had. Time would tell how much her brother changed however. The female hoped he was faring well, after all the death of a queen didn’t go unheard over Moladion and Rogue was worried for her brother. Andras was always on edge of sanity, back before Lillith, Rogue had helped temper him then Lillith came and did a better job and now that she was gone… Well Rogue felt the sever of an imprint it was the most horrible feeling pain and torment like ever before and as rumor has it males feel it worse. Rogue wasn’t even close to her imprint, but damn did she feel that bond snap when it had. Lillith had died, and Rogue was positive that their bond was stronger than hers she was legitimately worried for the Demon Lord of Iromar and so here she was standing at its borders thick with the smell of her brother’s unforgettable musk.

A ghostly howl came from her maw then, one summoning her brother. This wasn’t a diplomatic meeting, this was a personal one a family visit she felt was long over due. She missed him, and as she told all his silly little parasites she would come when she was damn well ready Well ready might have been too late and she regretted that, but Andras also would have known she was simply one border hop. Being the Hand she was busy, probably less so than her brother but it was time for him to take a break. Maybe come back down to Earth. She would see what she would be greeted with. She missed him and hoped that by coming here she can help him through whatever pain he surely was feeling.

XxHeart of MalinaxXCreator of Magnus and AlphonseXxGlorall’s HandxX