The morning had started like all others. Wake up, check up on Dafodil and then go to hunt for her. That's what brought him south. He wanted to see if he could find a weak bison or something he hadn't tasted in a while. But now he sat in the morning drizzle before the body of one of his. His lips were pulled as he silently snarled. His eyes sat on the destroyed form of his child. Belphegor. This was a declaration. The scent of Michael surrounded the carcass.

This was war.

His ears were pinned. He had been splayed with his skin carved away and heart torn away. It was a message that Sam had not wanted. Now they would be hunted. The message was received and Sam disliked it. His heart told him that the message could not be true but Sam knew better. Gabriel had betrayed him to save his own skin. The white pelt of his done was stained red and the mask he had so proudly worn was ripped away. It was an unmasking. It was not present though, Michael had took it. A trophy or a message for another. He wasn't sure. Tears clouded his vision but anger was present as well. Michael had done this as Belphegor layed there helpless. There was no sign of a struggle. They would be paying soon. But there was one saint he would be unable to kill himself and for that Leviathan would be needing a bit of training.

Blind as he was Gabriel was still a very real threat. He leaned down before throwing his head a nd lending a booming howl out. It would announce to all those around that he in fact would be no longer hiding. He was on a war path. This blasphemy was the last straw. He had trusted Gabriel to remove himself from Sam's presence entirely, but it had been a mistake. He had shared his pain with Gabe and even forgave and aided him, this was Gabe's answer to that.

Where was everyone? Damn, she'd been wandering for a long ass time looking for them. Now, she was all the way in the hot ass southern territories of the continent. On the breeze, she caught her sire's scent. Mingled with blood and death. Then, the faint stink of her baby brother. A low song, coming from her sire, echoed into her ears. Crimson gaze narrowed, a snarl forming on her lips. Drawing her tongue between her fangs, she stormed after the smell. Who would dare cross their family? Someone was going to die today. The sight was gruesome. Her father sat dejectedly over the pale body of Belphegor. His ribs were gleaming white from amidst the violence of his tattered pelt and slimy guts. His face had been torn away, and his mask was missing. The shredded tissue of his heart lay on the ground nearby. Michael had done this. His stink was all over the place. He had pissed all over Belly's body. "I will destroy him." She growled. A promise as much as it was a threat. Belphegor had been her favourite. He was the most tolerable, simply because he was the laziest bastard out of the bunch. He didn't care if she chewed on his ears as a child, and he didn't care if she knocked him on his ass when they were grown. He didn't deserve this. She prayed that he was munching on everything in the afterlife, without a care in the world. Michael would pay dearly for what he had done to her brother. "Gabriel too." She said, staring her sire down. She didn't care how much he liked that one, the blind one had taken part. There was no way someone who loved her sire would do this to him. So, Gabriel would die too. Just as slow as Michael would. "speech"

With Auster practically under her belt and her children nearly yearlings Pyralis had taken towards wandering northward into the southern territories of Boreas.  Alkali soared above her on this fine, if somewhat foreboding, morning.  Pyralis turned her gaze toward a reddening horizon, a sure sign of precipitation and storms to follow.  She was unfamiliar with the winter weather of the south but it was far warmer than the north, that much was sure.  Pyralis made note to move swiftly.  She wanted to find a few nice trinkets for her children and then she'd be on her way, hopefully before a storm rolled in. Alkali let out a cry and Pyralis picked up her pace, leaving behind a metal trinket that had caught her eye.  She could find more the place was littered with them!  Human trinkets.  Her nostrils flared as she realized what Alkali was signaling to her.  Blood and company.  A wiser wolf might turn and walk the other way but a piratical goddess such as herself was going to waltz right into the middle of the situation. As she neared she caught the sight of a mangled corpse and two wolves.  Ugh… she hoped they weren't cannibals. "Whoa, someone had a bad day.  I didn't intrude on your dinner plans did I?"  Hmmm, maybe some wolf bones that had been gnawed on by cannibals would be a suitable trinket?  Ah, no.  She'd come to this plateau for the strange metal bits.  Corpse scraps would not do. Well, they were certainly an ugly, dour scrap of mortals if she ever saw any. A flicker of light caught her attention up ahead. Ohhhh could this be the trinket she sought? "Enjoy your meal!" She quipped and headed for the horizon. -exit- "Talk" "You" Think

The viper stalked with intent towards the sound of her father's call. She did her best to keep downwind of where she thought him to be, she was only going to observe. The man had revealed his position to their sworn enemies and she couldn't begin to guess at why. The reason would turn her stomach. For a moment the girl stood stock still as she glimpsed the still form of her brother between the forms of her father and sister. She could smell one of her uncle's stink from here and the rage that had been boiling in her since the meeting with their family threatened to spill over but she quickly clamped down on it.  Belphagor hadn't deserved this, but maybe Sam had? Her thoughts twisted as she fought to rationalize the death of yet another dear family member. The sin he had died for? Simple really when she realized it was Abba's agents who had done it, they had associated with Sam. Her brother's death was her father's fault and her desire to take everything from him grew stronger. Another wolf was approaching and Mammon took that at her cue to leave. She turned then and stalked away, more determined than ever to get her revenge on the world and the wolves that had hurt her.   -Exit Mammon- Hear me roar