It was relatively cool, though it was mostly due to the biting rain that pelted his pale form as he moved through the night toward no where in particular. He had just taken to walking, eating only when his stomach pinched and slipping away from Belua at the first chance he had. It was nothing to do with the beast's sister, he just felt the need to be alone from time to time. His piebald form moved through the thick trees and brush, heading no place in particular. Something had drawn him here to Auster, an odd tug in his stomach that felt instinctual and necessary. He was unsure what had drawn him to this place, but the demon was determined to discover the reason for it.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."

He had moved from his island paradise, leaving Azariah under the watchful eye of Noctis. He had left sometime around the middle of the night, his thought of finding Vianni being a driving force. He missed her quick to anger him tongue. She had also had a year to recover from birthing his two youngest children, and with their home now taken he figured she might return to the woods that sheltered them when she raised his six first children.

He moved silently through the woods of the damned. A scent had his attention, familial in nature, but lacking any fresh scent of a mother that should be with him. He had not been there at their birth but that did not stop the behemoth from knowing of their existence.as he came upon the boy in the darkness of the woods he stopped behind him. He eyed the whiteness of him and lowered his haunches to sit. "So the demon has found his way without his mother. You've done a good job in finding your way." he was actually for once showing some sort of admiration for his child. It wasn't harsh like normal.

The heavy fall of paws whispered behind the boy, effectively halting him as one ear turned back on his head and his hackles rising. The voice was one he had never heard before, but it was just as Vianni had described. Deep and thick, though this time it lacked any harsh undertones that had been described with his voice. Deep salmon eyes turn to witness his father for the first time and found a behemoth greeting his gaze. Vianni had not missed a single detail when describing the beast's father to him, and while he remained silent and staring, half turned to the male. "The demon's mother is dead. Snake bites." The child said simply, not one for speaking. Turning fully, the devil looked at his father, then sat and stared at him. He didn't know what else to say or do.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."