Night saw the smaller demon moving across jagged ice and deep snow, leaping up over the drifts to see his path ahead, following the dark glow of promising warmth in the distance. He felt as though he chased the sun, though he knew it was impossible. There was something on fire over there, he just knew it. He had seen fire, once. It was after a lightning storm, in the pines. The bolt had struck a tree and set it ablaze as he and his mother were leaving the area. Disaster forever followed the demonic boy, shortly after his birth, his family had disbanded for some reason. Lucifer had gone after the one his mother hated, and they had not seen him in months. Even now, when the young devil needed his father, it would seem he could be found no where in Northern Boreas. Had the male died, cursed for seeding Baphomet's birth? The child sighed and looked ahead, dark pink eyes noticing the darkening of the landscape as ash replaced ice and snow. He was close.

The young monster moved, a pale and shadowy presence at the mouth of a great discovery. His heart slammed against his chest with excitement. "Mother..." He looked behind him before he remembered, he was only imagining her tagging along, to comfort himself with her feigned presence. Anger darkened his gaze, a flick of his white tail to show his agitation. How dare she die on him, how dare she not fight to provide for him! How could his father pick such a weak vessel to give birth to the mightiest of Asmodeans? Vianni had never explained venom to him, he didn't know that when you fell on a pit of rattlesnakes, they would bite and kill you. She had screamed in the end, and those screams still echoed in his mind. The young demon shook his head, shielded himself from the loss, grew deeply angry rather than allowing misery to consume his mind.

The landscape had warmed considerably, making the Northern-born boy pant with the heat he was unused to. There hadn't been a time he needed to go this far South, but he would deal with it. His white masked face scanned over the tundra, making sure to avoid danger as young as he was. Baphomet was smart and knew better than to expose himself to dangerous situations. He knew to keep a look out for anything that could hurt him. Still, he was hungry and needed to eat, so he marched across the plains of snow and lichen-covered rocks. It wasn't until the boy discovered a large glowing crevice that he knew what he had followed this way. It had been the smokey haze caused by melting snow against the molten rock that flowed in a slow river down the length of the crevice. Baphomet made sure to keep away from the edge, though he did enjoy the warmth that radiated from the gate to hell. It was fitting, he supposed, to be at the mouth of hell, wondering if he was a true demon cursed to ruin his family. Had it been his fault?

Sticking close to home had been very important since all that had occurred when the three siblings reunited at their Rite of Rebirth. Thus, where the family went, Divo tried to stay as near as they could manage. Today, they decided to head a little further south than usual. Just to see what was around. Apparently most wolves didn't head this far north at this time of year, for fear of dying in the snow. Fair enough. Uncle Gabriel was awfully shivery all the time lately, so perhaps that was the norm. The scent of a stranger wafted into their nostrils, lacking the musk of adulthood. Oh gods, had a child wandered away from home? Picking up the pace, the pallid wolf hurried to track down the youngster. It didn't take very long for a lanky form to appear on the horizon. This was one big kid. Like Yaya had been when they were all still growing into their bones. Where were his parents? Slowing to a quick walk, they closed the distance between them. "Hello!" they greeted the youth warmly, rosen lips curving into a warm smile. Though they weren't necessarily much older themself, the phantom felt uncomfortable allowing the child to wander alone. "speech" I'M A REBEL JUST FOR KICKS

The demon was busy, her father had disappeared and her mother was nowhere to be found. Bitch Kait had not surfaced yet either. She had known Vianni would of fallen pregnant again.

She padded closer and closer to the source of a familial scent. She stopped a mere fifty feet from the young child, left to wander alone. That was not like any of their family. Her wine red eyes watched as another approached. She seated herself knowing full well the boy could see her, if he looked. She was a gargoyle there, silent and even deadlier today than other days. What would her younger brother do? Go with a stranger or run to her? One showed weakness, the other, a chance for a meal.

The wind she knew brought her scent to them both. The scent of death. She wondered if adore were around if she would like to watch a true Asmodeus work.

The young Asmodean male was not blind to the female's approach, nor did he miss the scent of their father that blended to tell him she was family. Both dusky pink and red wine looked toward the stranger in unison, a silent acknowledgment of blood relation as they gave the stranger the same deadpan expression and remained eerily silent. "Hello!" The pale interloper sang in greeting, but the prince was not truly listening to them. The white mask of the devil's face looked toward his sister, instinctively knowing that she belonged to Lucifer. He remained where he was, however, not really knowing what to do. Until his stomach pinched, hunger drawing his gaze back toward the stranger, then to Belua. "Sister. Hungry." He hissed, his eyes sharp and hard as he stared at her, a silent demand that seemed to be inherited from Lucifer himself.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."

The approach of a very large female drew the pale gaze of the young shaman from the boy. Though she was further away, there was still the question of whether or not she was interested in joining them. Chilly winter air carried the foul aroma of rot, forcing it into their lungs before they could stop it. Champagne features twisted into a grimace of disgust at the stench. Both strangers were remaining mute. This pup, although young, was rather large. No doubt close to their own size, though already beginning to show a bulk that they distinctly lacked. His gaze drifted to the mocha coloured female, but said nothing still. "Is something wrong, dear?" the words tumbled gently from their jaws, using a term of endearment that seemed rather out of place considering the meager gap between their age. When his attention returned, they offered a tiny smile. A promise of kindness. It went ignored. The boy looked again to the immense woman, hunched in the snow a fair distance away. "Sister. Hungry." he rasped. It made sense, finally. "Oh, pardon me." They offered, thick accent wrapped tight around their speech. The pallid wolf raised their voice somewhat, directing their next words towards the female as well. "I thought you were lost. That's your sister, though? I apologize for assuming like that." That had been their mistake, and they hoped that the large woman would forgive that. "If you're hungry, I know where some of the herds are in the area. I'm afraid that's the most I can offer, though." They said, pointing their muzzle further north. A few small groups of deer and caribou were grazing along the edge of the tundra. Perhaps that might make up for their mistake. "speech" JUST A FULL TANK AWAY FROM FREEDOM