Daemonium

That thick red muscle of his tongue pulled away the blood from his scarred maw as his ears tuned themselves to the sound of the approaching wolves. His red eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of his only successful son and his always strong brother. He was pleased to see them together despite his absence, though he knew all too well the anger that he should expect to come from his hot-headed brother for disappearing again. He would not ever blame him for that anger, either.. he knew what it felt, as he had been just as angry when Acere abandoned their first home in the jungle after everything that they'd gone through and left him to deal with that alone.

The past was supposed to be behind them, the Praetors were supposed to stand united.. and yet.. something within Elias failed to be able to keep to those commitments. He blamed the absence of Zuriel, but.. this was common behavior of the elusive Apollyon.

Black lips were covered in pink froth from his meal, though he smiled anyway as Tyranis stood before him. Despite his madness, he was happy to see him. Acere roared and Elias' smile disappeared in an instant, his ears rising on his head as his mantle prickled to life around his shoulders. Pride summoned anger within him as his brother questioned him, questioned his motives and even declared him a murderer. He couldn't deny that he was, but.. in his own mind, this was not a murder but a reclaim.

"It is Autumn, brother. The season of reaping, of Servus Menti. Have you forgotten what we owe?" His square muzzle tilted, eyes reflective of the embers around them as he motioned toward the volcano.

"They haven't." One heavy paw slammed down on the body of Domina without any mercy, talons gripping into her fur before he pulled her toward him with enough momentum to send falling into the core of the volcano. He didn't care if this issued an attack from his brother, he would complete this task before Acere managed to close the distance between them and stop him.

"Domina was unruly, she would not listen. It is unfortunate, but her soul belongs to him whether she obeys or not. It had to be reclaimed. There is no murder to be had, she rests honorably with Ruina now... just as we will..." he hissed his truth to Acere through tense jaws ready to defend what he believed in. His stature lowered now as he readied himself for the attack of his brother, head lowering as his eyes narrowed while he stepped away from the edge of the volcano again. Streams were pouring down the mountainside around them, making Acere and Tyranis a blockade preventing the demon from leaving.