On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]

The demon laughs, a hollow sound that seemed to come from many voices. It seems the red man would rather scrabble with the demon’s taskmaster than face him, how could he blame him when he depended so much on his size, never once believing his bulk could be a disadvantage. Hannibal it seemed had grasped that

His attention was brought away from the fight as the black man teased and taunted the other Praetor and a man who briefly peaked through the veil of an ancestor’s watching eyes to become Rhyme.

"WHAT’S THIS?! CHOOSING TO TAKE THE DEMON’S CHILDREN?!” He questioned with a gurgling and guttural snarl, moving to pace closer to the would-be Praetor and the woman who had flung herself at his paws. He looked down at the woman first, the wide splitting grin on his features never once breaking the face splitting grin then turned his attention back to the white male. “THIS ONE FEARS YOU!” He stated gesturing with his paws at the pointed woman, his voice holding a dreadfully mocking lit to it that seemed to coil around the primal tones that dominated his speech.

“WHAT GAIN DOES THAT BRING YOU HASTURNYTH?” The demon asked, addressing the creature that used the white male as a vehicle rather than the man himself. “OR HAVE YOU SIMPLY BECOME TOO ACCUSTOMED TO TEARING FAMILIES APART THAT YOU MUST NOW INFLICT THE INJURY ON EVERYONE?! EVEN THE INNOCENT AND MOST VULNERABLE?!” He lowered his head, golden eyes attempting to bore into the man’s skull. “DO YOU HATE YOURSELF SO MUCH THAT YOU MUST HURT EVERYONE?! YOUR PACK?! YOUR FAMILY?! YOUR BROTHER?! THOSE THAT TRUST YOU MOST?!”

HE SPEAKS