The descent to Hell is easy...

Though she was heavily pregnant Belle found herself making way towards the call. Honestly she had expected it much earlier, but the voice also called for Archon and the Empress had no doubt who she was about to meet. If her own calculations were correct, the woman couldn’t be due much later than herself. Belle was still conflicted about her, but would reserve her judgement for when they met. She’d had too much heartache recently, though it was just desserts for being enamored with the incredible men in her life.

Though she wouldn’t admit that she was waddling the Empress was indeed doing just that was she made her way to the border, Sirius was around somewhere close. He would be at her side in an instant if trouble occurred. Archon was right behind her as well, so the she wolf approached with confidence and all the grace of a fully pregnant woman.

”Greetings,” she offered formally as she wasn’t entirely sure what her relationship might be with this woman. ”Deathbelle Ravage Klein, the Empress of Ashen.” She told her with a quick nod of her otherwise high held head. ”You are of the Fallen Band?” She added a question to confirm her suspicions as she looked the tall, also very pregnant, woman over.