It was in Hell that Jezebeth found the shock of her life, Ishtar's return had raised a red flag in her mind, that her mother had given up on their kingdom in Moladion. She had cursed her mother, had hated her for what she had taken from her. But, in the end, it was all she needed to be prompted back to Moladion. She had taken a few years, training with the finest warriors, and Haedes as she grew in mind and soul. She learned how to strengthen her body through fights, rising rather quickly in her classes, her mentors pleased with her performances. She fought as if she were dancing, all fang and claw and grace. She had killed each of her Angel Marked opponents, their bodies worth nothing more than bait for training. Omegas in their truest form, it was they who got treated as test dummies, and they were often killed by the more skilled students.

Jezebeth had rudely feasted upon her first kill, she had spun as he lunged at her, her dark head snapping around, those obsidian and rose eyes locked on the male's white and black throat, and she clacked her fangs together over the vein and windpipe, jerking down to coat herself in his blood. Hunger struck and Jezebeth found herself eating her victim, which earned her a rather prestigious round of praise from the teachers and her mother. But, something else had lain siege to her mind, something called her back to this veritable heaven. And so, the black demoness made her way home, her paws carrying her with a more mature grace than last they had met this dark soil. Her tail was held high as she made her way toward Iromar, needing no guide to make her way there, knowing Andras would be in charge still. He would never let the crown he coveted go for any reason, if she knew her supposed Uncle the way she thought she did.

It is when she reaches the murky border of Iromar that she stands now, red lined toes squishing the mud beneath her paws. How she missed this place, the sights and smells of the swamp had always kept her decorating. She simply needed a partner in this land, it would be very difficult to hunt alone. She does not howl out, as she is not inclined to speak to just anyone, and she knew the leader would be along soon enough. At least some border patrol. It seemed they had been doing better than she had seen last. Maybe it was a good time to come up in Iromar rank. She would have fun with that.