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Sauntering through the territory, Rhazien followed the perfume of his darling little niece Yarrabelle. A direct descendant of his brother, and one of Sephiran’s sisters, the girl along with her siblings held a special place in Rhazien’s mind. He was to protect and guide them, no matter what. Even if it was tiresome at times. The brood liked to split up, which made it harder to keep tabs on all of them - but it also aided in their pursuit of Sephiran. Spreading their plague into unknown lands, reaping it of its treasures and purity. That’s why they were here, and not back home beneath Apollyon’s rule. It was all part of the scheme.

Coming around a bend, Rhazien caught sight of Yarra’s silhouette in the distance. She was lingering near a cluster of willow trees, observing the territory with a gloomy, unimpressed expression. Striding towards her, he couldn’t help but flash her a smirk - one that wasn’t necessarily inviting but wasn’t hostile either. "Yarra, why so gloomy?” He beckoned to her, coming to stand at her side. Of course, he knew why she had such a sour expression. This desolate piece of land was disgusting. “You’re prettier with a bloody smile, you know- perhaps a hunt would cheer you up?” Peering down at her, he flashed her his fangs - inviting her to indulge in some family time.  

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