[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][center][color=purple][h2]Sliske Arkilius[/h2][/color][/center]
	Fragments of blacklight began to congeal in the foyer of Arkilius Manor, an absolutely massive household near the center of Hell that was home to none other than the Serpent-Tongued Swindler himself.  A low growling was heard as the purplish light faded, and the physical form of Sliske fell to the floor, falling to one knee as the tingling sensation of his consciousness being restored to his body faded.  The growling faded as the incubus stood, patting down his coat to remove any hints of dust.  A rage coursed within him, one strong enough to set the Nexus aflame at this very moment, and he had just the thing to accomplish this.  [color=purple][i]"First, I go have a chat with Henry... second, I get some new familiars.  Those squids proved useless in Ruthria."[/i][/color]  He thought as he removed a silver whistle from within his jacket, and blew into the end.  Within moments, a massive phoenix flew over the peaks of the surrounding buildings and landed beside the demon.  [color=purple]"At least that still works."[/color]  He climbed onto the mythical creature's back and ordered it off towards the castle of Henry Pearl Avaritia II.

	One ride filled with revenge plots and theorized actions that could be forced, the demon dismounted the bird and allowed it to fly off once again.  He walked up the cobblestone path to the door, his boots clicking with each step and his coattails drifting behind him slightly.  He stepped up to the door and forced the heavy slabs of wood open with a telekinetic blast, entering just as it started to swing closed again from the force of the initial blow.  Before him was the hostage the lord had taken, some heretic Angel that went by Miyu, and Henry himself.  Sliske made no hesitation to put a barrier between himself and the hellhounds that would likely try to tear his flesh from his legs if given the chance.  In addition, he had probably just interrupted a monologue.  [color=purple]"Henry!  A word, if you will."[/color]  With the snap of his fingers, a void opened on either side of him, and a pair of oversized and armored hornets appeared, a loud buzzing filling the room as they flew to the sides of the prisoner, stingers and mandibles ready to sedate her if necessary.  The incubus strode into the next room, beckoning for the younger demon to follow him with impatience.  For the moment, he was done trying to orchestrate master plans and long-term goals.  Now, he wanted Angelic blood spilled.

	[@floodtalon][@The 42nd Gecko][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=gold]Torag Draken[/color][/h2][/center]
	The intimidatingly tall figure of Torag Draken had been standing around the entrance to the audience chamber of Imperator Deva, awaiting his allies from the last battle.  As he had been unable to effectively participate in it, the capture of the heretic Miyu and death of the spirit Omega had directly fallen on his hands.  On the other hand, he received at least partial credit for their victory, the majority of it having fallen to Dorafraki and Valkyrie Tartys for their efforts in killing the infamous Leviathan and defeating a pair of powerful demons, respectively.  He stood completely still and silent, his hands clasped in front of him as he recited silent prayers, lost in thoughts of his past life compared to the current one.

	[@Lucius Cypher][@Flamelord][@Awesomoman64][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jGxtrS8.png[/img][/center][center][color=brown][h2]Marquis[/h2][/color][/center]
	A copper light began to gather in the quarters belonging to the original servant to the High Queen, Marquis.  For the last month or so, the AI had been jumping around the systems throughout the palace to lend assistance wherever he could, annoyed that his body was taking so long to return.  His level head was slowly deteriorating because of how long this had been taking, but he became overjoyed when that alert went off, that his chassis had finally come back.  With no hesitation, he abandoned his current task and jumped back into it, the cyan eye lighting up as it sparked to life once again.  A couple of experimental swings of his arms and legs later, he slid open the door and stepped out to resume his current duty of renewing a coolant tank for the Queen.  As he walked down the near-empty halls, he could feel the contrasting conscience of Stark Zealot always at the edge of his own, almost as if the other AI was looking for a firewall weakness.  In his mind, at least.  [color=brown]"Stark Zealot, my inferior copy..."[/color]  He thought aloud to himself as he walked, the ornate cane that was Bindlebane tucked under his arm.  He was hoping to run across another significant member of the Machina, for a multitude of reasons aside from a distraction from his rivalry.

	[@TheWindel][@KoL]