Heaven Sent, Hell Bent

Archon walked next to the woman, keeping her slightly closer than he might another wolf. Of course, Dea wasn't just any other wolf. She was a budding follower of The Fallen God. It was an exciting and precious position and proof that God was still working his way into the minds of the new and young. She, herself, was a beacon of hope and prosperity for the fallen angels, but a glimmer of despair to other mortals who rejected God. Through her, God grew stronger by at least one member, although she had the potential to grow it by so much more.

Archon let his eyes graze over Dea whenever he could without being obvious. His mind couldn't help but linger on all the possibilities for her. She looked to be strong on her own and Archon was already tempted to imagine that any offspring she may have would carry these genes along with them. Perhaps this was how attraction should feel? Or was it lust? God's will for growing the angel's numbers?

Alas, Archon was getting ahead of himself.

He spoke at length about their family and God's will. He explained that their god could be just ad cruel as he was good. He touched on the thought of culling those found unworthy and how that power ran through every Abraxas.

When the duo arrived at the border, Archon slowed.

"It may not look like much, but that only gives it so much more potential," he rumbled. "As per the agreement, please treat the original pack members as kindly as warranted, but you do not have to lower yourself to their level. They are, however, a great tool to learn about how blessed God's followers are compared to the mortals here."