In the time after the fall of the four gods, Öde had watched and waited from the frozen north. He supposed he didn't expect much else - four gods, four lands, four battles and four deaths. Yet, he hoped for more, and since hope could be so singularly powerful and utterly useless he held onto it and wished for the former. His only results were the latter, much to his chagrin.

He supposed part of his fervent desire for more was that he'd missed the last fight. It was more than just passed opportunities though. Öde had been alive during that time because gods had been abound like never before, a surplus of power and infamy rich for the taking, and his thirst had granted him more success than he'd realized. After all he, and much of Helovia, became aware that gods could truly and fully die.

This desire to be close to gods once more had drawn him to a place that seemed suitable to his own. In times past he had prayed in the Dark Forest, and of course the brutal north was always acceptable for his god, but this new place bloodied in more ways than one seemed a fine place to bow his head and ask the shadows for favors. So he returned to the resting place of the Bear God, walked in the footsteps of the battleground and conjured up memories of that beautiful scene. As he did his lips murmured promises and chimes to the DemonKing, and Öde swore to himself that he would ascend this platform of mere mortality.

Somewhere amid his chants, the young stud heard the sound of a familiar voice. Interest piqued he turned towards it, slipping through the crimson foliage like a wolf on the prowl until he found the dark prince. His grin spread, feeling as if fate had led him to this promising sinner - a prayer answered perhaps. Erebos seemed too powerful to take into his shadow directly, much like Reginald was, but he supposed there was a good chance of dealing a strong friendship with his cousin, the Reaper's son - ally or disciple, swaddled in shadow was always beneficial.

Yet the unicorn was not alone.
Red gaze drifted towards the pale filly, who seemed for all the world so out of place in the land, before the two darklings, that surely she was some angel gone astray, and now to be devoured. "She does seem in need of company," Öde interjected, his grin so broad it showed his teeth. He lingered somewhere near his kin, wreathed in bloodied leaves and crowned on crimson land.