[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][color=purple][center][h2]Sliske Arkilius[/h2][/center][/color]
	Sliske stepped to the side while Grafdakka and Fran made a combined entrance, a brick that was once part of the wall flying by his head at deadly speeds.  [color=purple]"Glad to see that everyone's here."[/color]  He took a seat on some of the rubble, crossing his legs while he listened to Fran's master plan concerning the giant robot beside her.  He couldn't help but start to think that Eos was compensating with something this big in her arsenal, though that was her problem.  He rose once again following Henry's dismissal of the previously discussed truce between the two demons, chuckling only slightly to himself.  [color=purple]"I'd love to stay and argue about who made the biggest mistake yesterday, but I have an acquaintance that could turn the tide of this war waiting for me... and then a prison to visit.  I bid you all, adieu."[/color]  He clawed open a portal behind him and bowed out of the scene, flashing a mischievous smile to Henry before his head disappeared, the gate closing behind him and returning reality to normal.  At least in the manor, that was.

	On the other end of the portal, the incubus emerged just in time to see a green-haired figure tearing apart a child's body, blood splattering the vast majority of the small hut.  Sliske couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, blind rage taking over the normally stoic demon that was Maen, the Mad One.  He took a seat and crossed his arms while watching the horrific display, thinking of more than a few ways to win over the carnal beast that valued life just about as much as he did.  He cleared his throat while Maen apparently calmed himself, coated in a fine layer of crimson liquid from his brutal killings.  [color=purple]"Impressive, Mad One.  It takes a sick mind to do that to someone."[/color]  He stood up and gave the elder a bow, left arm flaring while his right was clasped to his chest.  [color=purple]"I am Sliske Arkilius, and I have a proposition for you:  Come fight with Hell.  We can get whatever it is you desire.  Riches, women..."[/color]  He paused for a moment, standing erect and flashing the ancient a grin.  [color=purple]"Or perhaps the sweet music you desire?"[/color]  His expression gave a slight hint to some deeper knowledge of the Mad One and his habits, though it would likely be overlooked in the current hysteria filling the room.  Turning on his heel, the incubus clawed open another portal, this one leading to a prison camp somewhere deep within Hell.  [color=purple]"If you'll take me up on this offer, follow me.  If not, I hope you enjoy this island and it's peacefulness.  You did just murder the only inhabitants, after all."[/color]  He stepped through the rift gusto, ready for his next stop in his list of errands for the day.

	This time, he walked in on everything starting to fall apart at this prison, the bodies of imps and other lesser demons flying all over the place with various limbs missing.  His calm expression broke into a snarl, picking up an injured ally and slapping him across the face to wake him up.  [color=purple]"What the hell is going on here!?"[/color]  The imp screeched slightly before choking out an answer, his speech garbled by the blood in its lungs.

	[color=gray]"A... a harpy got d-down here... and he's tearin' the place a new one r- AHH!"[/color]  He was tossed to the side, Sliske regaining his composure and making his way out to the courtyard of the prison to find even more bodies, feathers and steel flying while an unscathed birdman cut through the incompetent forces.  Probably part of Heaven that had been lured in with a trap, but he wasn't corrupted even slightly, and didn't sport any supernatural talents by the look of it.  Normal eyes, wired muscle, massive wings... the incubus ground his teeth, trying to figure out what it was that made this warrior capable of flooring Hell's forces with minimal effort.  For now, he took a seat on the battlements, watching and formulating a way to deal with the beast.  If a dwarf and skeleton were in the mix, he would miss them completely.

[center][@floodtalon][@Grombus][@Banana][@Lucius Cypher][/center][hr][center][color=sienna][h2]Syphax Gallus Aquilus[/h2][/color][/center]
	Syphax waved Dora over while she approached, smiling brightly at her arrival.  In all honesty, he had expected her to be too hungover to even make it out of Celestia, but here she was.  Today was gonna be a good day, he felt.  Good drinks, great friends, and maybe even a fight to round out the events for the day.  He raised the blue bottle to his lips, though paused and dropped it to his side when the bartender announced that they would be closing up soon.  [color=sienna]"Bad for business, closing up on some paying costu-"[/color]  He was cut off by the sound of slamming doors and windows, the reality of the situation hitting him just as the building seemed to start falling.  In a quick moment before a mighty crash, he drew his greatsword from his back and spun it in his hand, getting ready to take a slash at the maiden in front of him.  He wound up and started the swing, though was thrown off by the building making contact with the floor of Hell, causing the blade to get shoved off course and take off a lock of hair from her head.  She was then gone before he had a chance to collect himself.  [color=sienna]"Don't know what's pissing me off more; a false promise of free drinks, or not killing that bitch..."[/color]  For the moment, he pocketed the bottle, saving it for later for a few different purposes.

	When the skeleton armed with a pair of sabres suggested a temporary alliance, Syphax nodded in agreement.  [color=sienna]"I don't have any problems with it.  Truth be told, I've always thought there were a lot of similarities between Heaven and the Machina... don't tell Deva I said that, I'll have my wings plucked."[/color]  He shuddered at that thought, his aforementioned wings twitching ever so slightly while he took in his surroundings.  Fire and brimstone was everywhere, demons with whips and chains waiting for them just beyond the bar's door.  They looked tough, like they could take a few hits before keeling over, but that would need a test to prove.  The harpy shouldered his sword, his talons flexing and scratching the floor while he thought.  A moment later, he nodded to himself and looked to his companions.  [color=sienna]"We're fighting our way out, I highly doubt they have any commanders here to give any actual resistance.  And if they have one here, we'll cut 'em down just like the rest."[/color]  He line himself up to the door and dug his talons into the floor, readying to attack whatever was on the other side of the door.

	He started his run, sword held to the side to stab a torturer once that flimsy door came down.  He got close to it, lowered his shoulder and bashed right through it, taking the wooden slab off its hinges and sending it straight into one of his future captors, knocking him to the ground.  For the other two there, a downward slash would bisect one while a sharp kick to the groin would put the third demon on his knees.  He took a moment to flip his sword around and stab it through the door, piercing the throat of the poor bastard beneath.  Just as the demon without functioning testicles started to stand back up, an infamous, curved dagger would pierce his shoulder and start burning the flesh around it, the smell filling the immediate area quickly.  It would be ripped out and torn across his throat a quick moment later, and find itself back in its sheathe on Syphax's hip.  The harpy also made it a point to take his sword out of the door and drop it into the scabbard on his back.  A horde would come soon, and even with his inherit advantage against demons, he would definitely need a hand in this case.

	[center][@Banana][@KoL][@Lucius Cypher][@Grombus][/center]