Out for blood

Dea returned the war-beast contemptuous look, a tic working in her jaw as he spewed on about fear and boasted himself. A slow grin worked it's way onto her features, darkening her face until she emulated a look her father had often given. Lucifer had been a brutal father and master, and truly the only being alive who had ever sparked fear in her heart. Sirius was no where near as frightening as he thought he was, and neither was Zee. Her jaws were stayed only because she needed to be whole to provide for her children. Only one remark slipped passed her clenched fangs, "You may be from the barracks, but I am from Hell. Born, raised and suckled on brimstone, blood and bone." The words were a hiss, and her body shook as she fought to contain the want to devour them both.

It was time the demonic goddess remembered who she truly was. Patience had never been a strong suit for her, but Dea was forced to use every ounce of what little she had. This was not the time to be accruing injuries and soothing egos, this was a time for planning and preparation. After the thought crossed her mind, the devilish woman looked to Zee with a grin. "You may carry one too. I only have three children, we are three very capable adults." The rapid demeanor shift would surely grab attention, but as soon as the words were spoken, Dea leaned down to grip Lilybet around her shoulders. Motioning for her sons to allow the other two to do the same, Dea headed back south.

They wished to contain the supernatural, if this is what they wanted, Dea would allow it. She truly did not have a choice in this, but she would turn it in her favor. In truth, Dea could see the wisdom of going back, she didn't enjoy the fact but she knew it would be better for her children. They would grow and flourish in either place, but Dea could not risk personal injury on her own. In Ashen, she could more than afford such things. Knowledge was power, and her power would grow to be absolute. So, the dark goddess moved back to the hell she would come to know as home. Her head was high and so was her tail, she wouldn't be some shriveled captive. She would never be a slave. Dea was Asmodean, the devil's daughter, and heir to Hell and all its wonders.

These wolves had no idea what they brought home. The thought alone was enough to make the abysmal goddess smile despite such a dire situation. This would be a period of true growth, for her children and herself. She would win a dozen battles, and more, and they would be shown fear. It would be all they tasted.