-Unamed Woods-
-Nether Regions-
Derora frowned as she read the runes, she had paid no mind to Helion calling their child a Demon, more interested in seeing how Andras was faring for herself. But the runes on his horns gave a clear answer. 'The King of Demons'.
Her frown turned into a pained expression, he was the heir to the throne of the Celestial Realm. How could two Angels birth a Demon?
"Is he going to be okay?" Reqiel broke the silence, ignoring his pain to ask, worried blue eyes fixed on Andras' face. He didn't seem to care about Andras' horns or the other strange phenomena the Angel exhibited, more interested in his well-being.
Even though there were two of them, it was difficult for them to hold up Andras' dead weight. "Let's take him to the castle," Derora suggested, "He will be fine." The reassurance was more for herself than Reqiel, Andras would be fine, what did it matter if he was a Demon? He was still her son.
