Agimar traveled to the tower in his human form. While the general idea, of course, was to pass unnoticed, he couldn't resist adding a few...[i]improvements[/i]. After all, this would likely be the  first real gathering of the gods since the fall of the Golden One. A demon had to keep up appearances, didn't he? A few scales here, a claw or two there, and of course those red, light-devouring eyes he was so fond of. It was worth having to wear a cloak. The heat was, of course, a nonissue. The desert was less than a candle to the flames of Hades. 

As the tower of broken dreams rose on the horizon, Agimar again turned his thoughts to the summons. One could only wonder what the angels had in mind. Especially when they invited the upstarts. They were spirits, yes, but little better than mortals. The matter at hand must be truly important, if the angels had summoned them. 

Regardless, Agimar was grateful for the meeting, in his own way. The spirits stirred, and they always tended to create opportunities in the stirring. He knew there would be power to be had for those who sought it, Golden Orb or no. 

Agimar broke away from the caravan he was traveling with, impatient at the thought of what might already be happening behind inside closed doors. Of course, now that he thought about it, it wouldn't matter if the humans recognized him, this close to the tower. With that thought, Agimar let a little more of his "godly" form come through, unfurling two monstrous wings. They would probably cut the remaining time in half, at the very least. He took off, ignoring the screams coming from the humans below.