Suicide

The monster, King of Demons, Lord of death. That was what he like to think of himself as. Sucide entered the lands at a trot, the huge bulk of his body slamming into the ground bfore lifting for a few blissful seconds before coming back down to the brital surface of hells roof. Charcoal titanic build could be seen against the blue clearly as the beast slid to a halt in the middle of his realm. Rearing up onto his hind pistons the beast signalled his presence. The two eagles that had known the brute since a very young age were the first to respond to his vicious calling. Slicing through the air the two eagles came to a halt in a tree not to far from their lord and friend. They could sense a different air about him, a much darker aura that almost wrapped around them and strangled them as they called out and his icey glare switched from the emptiness to them. A simple nod of the head was all that was given before he turned to look out at the emptiness again. Where were those bitches?

Redeema

The mare smirked as she saw him. Her pillars carried her swiftly over. Why was he calling her, anyways? She had better things to do, better things to kill. She reared up and screamed at him. She landing hard on the ground like she always did. Her winter coat blew in the wind and made her fuzzy. She shook her tangled up mane and snorted. She waited for him to respond. She didn't have all day, you know.

Psyche

The fae stood at a distance her eyes narrowed as she patiently waited. She was within hearing range and made no move to come closer for if she did so she had a feeling a fight would break out. She was not one to fight but Redeema was just really good at pissing her off.