[color=red][b]Zargon's Personal Dimension; Zargon[/b][/color]

Zargon looked through his scrying crystal upon the town of mortals, now in his true form and with little concern for anyone finding him; for his dimension was located in between the path to Hell and the mortal realm, and obscured from the prying eyes of all that he did not trust. Well, didn't trust at all - he never completely trusted anyone, for that would be a path into weakness.

He saw the town, in its innocence. Some loose demons hadn't done much with the town, but consiering how weak they were he wasn't surprised. It was time to bring a little chaos to the table.

"[color=darkred]It will now... begin.[/color]"

On that note, he sent a summon for his trusty associate, Aezophyl.

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[color=red][b]Zargon's Personal Dimension; Aezophyl[/b][/color]

Wandering the higher stretches of mountains, Aezophyl was glad to have been called; he found the icy peaks to be devoid of anything to do and a detriment to his own powers.

Appearing in his armor in Zargon's dimension, he didn't see Zargon himself. No doubt he was lurking in his true form. It was confirmed when he realized he couldn't see the dark red stone walls, and that they were covered in pitch demon darkness.

"[color=red]Ah, Zargon. What can I do for you?...[/color]"

"[color=darkred]The mortal realm is woefully untested. Humanity, gnomes, traitors of our own - they have become... overconfident. They take this universe for granted.[/color]"

"[color=darkred]I shall imbue you with a spell that will hide your true form for one night and today. In that time, find your way into the center of some human gathering place. I need not describe what to do when the time is up and your form is revealed...[/color]"

The result, therefore, would be an ambush when most people were sleeping.

If an armored helmet could make a smile, he would be grinning. "[color=red]Finally... something to do... I will not fail you, Zargon. Not like some of the little minions...[/color]" Zargon had used weak demons before to harrass the countryside at the behest of the human mage. It resulted in either desertions or death for most of them involved. Aezophyl would not fail.

He felt the dark, forbidden magics of his ilk spread like lubricant through his armor, until he looked at his arms and saw human limbs, obscured by a dark cloak around his figure. His face would look normal, but his eyes could still give him away...

"[color=darkred]I can do little for your eyes, as the spell can only go so far with you. Nonetheless, you can travel in the mass of mortals freely. Good luck...[/color]"

On that note, with a flash of red light, Aezophyl appeared on the outskirts of the city. He got up from what had been a kneeling position on the ground, and started walking.

[color=darkgray]((Players can see him if they wish to, but this is really more of an intro aimed at nobody in particular in wait for anyone who hasn't posted recently to post soon. The real fun is coming up...))[/color]