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The last remnants of his long sleep were still being shed as Malum slowly uncoiled and began to rise. He was aware, in a deeply visceral way, of Aisenma’s closeness. He could smell and feel all that she had left while he rested, the tenderly left carcasses, scattered bones and blood both fresh and old. In one sharp breath he could smell it all, could feel the way the temple welcomed him back.

But that all paled in comparison to the demon herself. As she wrapped around him, he instinctively pulled one arm around her waist with an almost violent squeeze, rocking back on his heels and burying his face in her hair. He was hungry, in all sorts of ways.

Malum growled deep and low, a rumbling that echoed throughout the caverns of their home.

“You missed me.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. Because of course she had. He had missed her too, in his own way. Even as he had slept, there had still been a part of him watching and yearning. Now he was free, returned to full power and ready to indulge in all that had been denied him as he dreamed.

All four children seemed to lift thier heads at the same time. They were all scattered to the different corners across the realms. But each turned towards thier fathers' location and dismissed thier current tasks as if nothing mattered more.

The boys seemed to dissolve into the darkness about them, where the girls, took to the air. They would be back to the temple soon.

Of the other four children, they too felt the awakening immediately. Satsu was the closest. She hadn’t left the temple grounds since her father had fallen asleep and as felt his presence, she stopped mid hunt, her eyes going wide. Malum was awake! With a delighted hiss, she turned and ran, bolting for home.

The other three were further afield, each one turning towards the temple, fading into darkness and slipping through the shadows to reach where they had been born as soon as possible. It was time to welcome their father back to the waking world.

It had been far too long since he had indulged in one of his favourite pastimes. Bringing pain and suffering would be next on the list but for now, there was only Aisenma. Malum held her close, full of the undying desire that had followed him from mortal into godhood, and bore them down into the dark, where they would not be disturbed. The children could wait.

[Tactical fade to black!]

Meanwhile Satsu had just arrived in the caverns, scampering as fast as her feet could carry her. But before she could entire the labyrinth that led down to Malum’s sleeping chamber, Eminor arrived, popping into existence beside her and grabbing her by the hair.

“WHOA THERE! I know you have a weird dad complex but I’d suggest you stay out of this one.”

He held her up by her hair as she struggled and hissed violently.

“Oh, if she wants to join the fun, you should let her,” Necare purred from the darkness. “If he kills her for it, that’s one less sibling to think about.”

“Let her go,” another voice, deeper, far more dangerous. “Put Satsu down.”

Manes had arrived, the eldest of the Dark Angelics and far less interested in stupid antics.

Eminor rolled his eyes. “The mortal lover is here. How’s Ravca and the kids?” He asked, but he did let go of Satsu, the small demon girl landing on all fours and hunching up unhappily.

Manes didn’t answer, he just stared his brother down until Eminor looked away.

With a little hiss, Satsu scampered over to Valum and crouched beside him, her clutchmate a comforting presence, even if she would have preferred her father.

Eminor was laughing at Aio’s joke, hanging upside down in mid-air, his hair floating around his face. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Malum had woken up just because he was horny.

“I doubt it.” Eminor answered. “I don’t think he even knows what a vampire is. He barely gives a s**t about demons, let alone a different race.” Granted it was hard to know what Malum gave a s**t about other than Aisenma, his family and hurting things. Getting coherent thoughts out of the god was harder than talking to a Malkavian.

“We’ll find out when he’s ready,” Manes said firmly, staring down the dark tunnel.

Necare crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall. “I hope they’re done fast. I have better things I could be doing right now.”

A low growl rippled through the air as a pair of shiny, mismatched eyed, landed on the quarreling siblings. Raska stopped dead in his tracks just around the corner from the lot, still halfway concealed in shadow, and considered backtracking. His large, ominous, frame unnervingly still. He'd felt the awakening, just as they had, unluckily for the victim he had in his torture chamber it had been after he'd ripped their throat open. The entertainment value on a nearly decapitated creature was fleeting. They usually died too fast for such a method to be truly worth using often. However, he'd felt he hadn't much time before he'd be interrupted. And he'd been right. The God of Demons had awoken.

The snarling and snapping of the others caused his hackles to raise as the lot of them set on one another like dogs. Raska had avoided everyone during his father's slumber, stayed underground in his vile pit of death and pain, that's where he preferred to be. The sounds suddenly erupting above, desecration, set his teeth on edge and another low growl rolled up from deep within his chest. At least he wouldn't be bored tonight. With a look of resignation mixed with some sort of feral expression the Dark Angelic turned and headed topside. Whoever was stupid enough to desecrate the temple of Demons was in for a very, very unpleasant, and short, future.

The small raiding party, moved fast. Spreading out and moving silently. They didn't make a sound as they moved through the dark temple, as if magic muted their steps. But each time they picked up and took something, there was a gentle change in air pressure, that left just the faintest of pops where they were.

They seemed to move in unison, trying to get as far through the temple as they could. It was as if this whole raid had been pre planned. The only thing they hadn't prepared for had been Malum being awake, and the family being home because of it.

(ladies you can either take the lead and take over your thieves movements or I can, whatever you like)
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Batya was quick to leap into the darkness as she was roaring about the temple, melting into the shadows, only to reform from the shadows above, leaping out of the darkness, right into one of the shadowy figures. Her claws tore through the thieves clothes before she sunk them deep into the cold flesh, hook them in tight.

Aion, stunned by the anger on her sisters face, was knocked out of it quickly by the thud Batya made as she materialized above them. She turned and looked at Eminor.

"I don't think they were prepared for us all to be having this lovely family reunion." Aion took to the air and began flying upstairs. She made her way quietly, making just a whisper, as she began to hunt the party that was making their way towards her.

Valum, grabbed Satsu, helping her up as he rushed up the stairs after Aion. For as massive as he was, he moved just as silently as Aion did flying. He let go of Satsu as soon as she was up and found his first victim quickly, very nearly running into them as he rounded a corner. He grabbed them by the throat and spun, tossing and pinning them by their throat to the wall as he bit down into their shoulder.

Plague chuckled about Eminor's comment as he watched most of his sibling stormed towards the front of the temple. He turned towards the dark hallway that led down to where Malum and Aisenma were. It didn't seem right to warn them about what was happening above. He and his siblings would tear any intruder, limb from limb easily. But it didn't also seem reasonable to allow anyone to be able to catch any of his family off guard.

Plague grunted and eased himself back, lowering himself into a hunched, menacing figure. He would wait.