[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][center][color=purple][h2]Sliske Arkilius[/h2][/color][/center]
	Sliske's dramatic entrance had gone in the exact opposite direction he had hoped it to, as well as the intention to have a private conversation with the fellow demon.  When Miyu made the decision to run her mouth, the flesh around his right arm uncoiled once again and the bones of his forearm sharpened into a long blade.  In a moment, the cold, organic sword was primed to slice through the angel's right wing.  The only thing that was holding him back was the knowledge that he wasn't prepared to deal with the backlash from Henry and his hounds, so he merely backhanded the girl, leaving behind a set of light scratches from his claws on her left cheek.  [color=purple]"Consider yourself lucky, mouthy bitch.  I'd have you flying in a spiral if you were mine."[/color]  He looked up as the lights seemed to die for a moment, and flash back on to reveal a swarm of bats dispersing, leaving behind the short figure of Victoire Bordeaux.

	The incubus moved away from the captured angel, taking a moment to properly size up the vampire for the first time as she spoke.  She had an intimidating air around her at all times, like she was a true leader among the demonic rabble.  In all honesty, she was as close to one as you could get, the obvious exception being King Rufus himself.  Speaking of which, the throne behind them all shimmered briefly before the surprisingly bland King of Hell made his appearance, along with Henry going into a sudden panic to make proper accommodations and start a pot of tea.  The Serpent-Tongued Swindler decided now was a good time to remove the increasingly annoying buzzing that had been filling the room for the last few minutes, and dispelled the armored hornets before taking a seat at the mahogany table.  He scowled slightly before opening a few more voids, summoning a candelabra in the center of the table and a ghostly string quartet, whom promptly added some much needed ambience to a room of noble demons.  He stood once again and gave a low bow to the demon seated at the throne overlooking the main hall, then retook his place.  [color=purple]"Madame Bordeaux, my king, it's an honor to meet with both of you."[/color]  He listened briefly and took a cup of tea as his fellow demon spoke, leaning back and crossing his legs in a convincing attempt to look passive.  [color=purple]"What Lord Avaritia is trying to say is that we were overconfident from our previous victory and put too much faith in the Leviathan.  That alone set us at a disadvantage, along with Victoire's unceremonious death before the fighting started and our decision to engage two Angelic commanders that had a large force with them."[/color]  The rage within him was practically coating his words, every syllable laced with an underlying threat to the next person to make an insignificant mistake.

	[@floodtalon][@Lonewolf685][@KoL][@The 42nd Gecko][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/color][/center]
	Torag glanced up at the passing, chained figure of Eclipse Princess, his hollow eyes staring back to shake the woman to her core.  Iona was the next to pass, earning a nod from the corpse while he spoke.  [color=gold]"Likewise, Iona.  And thank you, though I had little to do with the outcome of the battle."[/color]  The warrior nodded to Omega in acknowledgment before following behind the captor of such a prize, milling his way into the back of the gathered crowd in the audience chamber, his hooded figure standing out as the tallest thing in the room.  He decided to remain silent for the duration of the hearing, clasping his hands in front of him again as he watched.

	When the pair of captor and captive left the room and the commanders from the previous battle were called forward, he made his way to the center of the open space, his armor clinking loudly with each step.  For one reason or another, the room fell silent as he walked, all eyes on the ominous figure.  When he reached the center of the space, he knelt and pulled his hood back, revealing the dried, taught skin as he bowed his head to his queen.  He kept his gaze firmly on the floor, waiting for his fellow commanders to join in beside him.

	[@TheWindel][@Awesomoman64][@Flamelord]