He was so hurt and broken. She knew she could not heal him as Lillith did, could not help him recover from this. Rogue could only hope that she could help mend his wound slightly cover the gaping area with a bandage and just wait to see if eventually the blood would stem from the wound. She felt though it was all for nothing. He was so close and bound to his soul that nothing could change it. He and Rogue now were the only original demons that had come from Hell. Andras, Lillith, Baphomet, Ishtar Samael and herself being the first five to tread on these lands and now she and her brother remain. This was a failed venture from the time Baphomet had been taken by the gators. They should have went home then. But no hell insisted on trying to claim these lands that weren’t worth their time and claiming the ‘angels’ here were not those that she remembered in Hell.

There were hardly any demons left in Moladion just mostly his and Lillith’s spawn they had ‘lost’ that battle demons and angels simply didn’t exist here. They were one and the same, just wolves and it was hopefully time for him to see that too. As she points to his wound wondering if it was self-inflicted or gained from some small fry’s cheap shot or what it was. Perhaps it was that or when he gave his answer it was nearly so. Her eyes widened at his revelation that the small thing lives.

She knew who ‘he’ was. How could she not? She had tried to hunt him down and kill him as well it was her goal to but it had been forgotten in time. She wasn’t sure if he was alive, she had traced him to Diveen sure but she never had seen a boy that resembled Andras or anyone in her family while there. She never even seen a boy of golden pelt like that of the mother that somehow survived until Andras had tracked her down. To hear that Andras had him in his very jaws yet still it lives it left her heart burning.

”Would it bring you peace if I killed him for you?” She asked darkly, though really she wished for something anything to bring him some comfort. Really that was all she wanted this day, to see him help him do what she could for his mental state though really she felt the foreboding feeling that maybe these last days she spends with him might be her last ever chances to spend with her sibling. It was in her bones and she hated it.

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