They had been cast down from their rightful kingdom to lay waste to the pathetic mortal world, and lay waste they would. There was no point in throwing away the opportunity that they had been given; why not take advantage of it and make the most of it? Until the day that they returned to their rightful home, they would make this mortal realm theirs, through whatever means necessary. Those thoughts were on a continuous loop in the young prince's head, a mantra of sorts as he made his way through the new lands they had happened upon. Those were the words that their father had repeated to them time and time again since the moment of their birth, any time that they weren't around their mother. He remembered that his mother didn't like such talk about kingdoms and gods. She had tried to instill humility in her children, but seeing that she was no longer part of the picture, none of her lessons ever stuck. He hadn't cared much for things like being humble and kind, doing to others as you'd like done to yourself. His father taught him that he could take what he wanted, whenever he wanted and he believed it, to his very core. He was a demi-god, a prince of hell.
He and his littermates had followed their father to the new lands, though there hadn't been any plans upon arrival. Amon had set loose his spawn upon the land, asking only that they reconvene later that night. Archon had taken his leave not a moment after the lips had left the dark god's lips, knowing that he would be one of the first to return to their father's side come nightfall. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to discover upon his explorations, but it was certainly more than he'd actually come across. Not surprisingly there was nothing that was...noteworthy. Everything he came across was very ordinary and mortal. The only amusement he found was coming across wolves that inhabited these lands and watching them cower in fear at the hellion's paws, unable to understand what exactly he was. He would laugh in their faces and run them down, playing a cat and mouse game with them. He would eventually become bored and simply kill them, the blood of many wolves staining his jaws and throat like war paint. He entertained himself with those games until the sun started to disappear from the sky. It was time to return to his family.
Massive russet paws carried the beast in the direction that his father's scent directed him, moving quickly so as to make haste. Turquoise gaze took in the sunset, watching the brilliant colors flash across the sky as a parting goodbye until the next day. If there was one nice thing about this world, it was the sun rising and setting. Everything else was unimpressive and he could care less about, but watching the giant ball of fire in the sky rise and fall was something he thoroughly enjoyed, even in his days of puphood. As his father's scent became more pungent in his nostrils, another familiar scent tickled his senses; Lili. Lilith was the youngest as well as the smallest of the brood, but she was by far his favorite littermate. Of his sisters, she was the most beautiful and she knew it. She credited her good looks to both of her parents, though she looked more like their mother than their father, for which Archon had taken a special liking to his baby sister. He enjoyed being around her more than his other siblings.
His pace quickened with the knowledge of seeing Lili, secretly glad that he wouldn't have to be around his father alone. Darkness had just begun to settle around him as the figures of his father and sister came into sight, both having taken up spots on a knoll that overlooked that surrounding area. He came up from Lili's right, massive frame dwarfing hers as his nose pressed against her silken cheek. Lili. he rumbled into her ear, giving it an affectionate nip before raising his head to look at his father, dipping it in greeting. Father. His greeting was curt as he sat himself beside his sister, noticing that none of his other siblings had managed to make an appearance yet.
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