[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][center][color=purple][h2]Sliske Arkilius[/h2][/color][/center] The rift that connected Sliske to the island a certain mentally unstable demon was now stranded on closed while what could only be a screen of Rufus appeared before him. His image blocked the rampaging of the harpy below, who was still making short work of the fodder sent to stop his destruction. Aside from this, Rufus started to explain some form of challenge, a sort of mental task opposed to the regular fighting would be a welcome change, though defeat meant he would become a test dummy for some time... Unwilling to properly engage the trio tearing through the prison came like a hot knife through butter, the demon forced open a pair of rifts beneath the three, one swiftly sucking in the harpy and dwarf, while the other took in the skeleton. These would open up high above Heaven and Hyperion respectively, dropping off their warriors from normally deadly heights, which he hoped would kill at least two of them. He seriously doubted the loyalty of the harpy and had no idea of the skeleton's abilities presiding over nature, so as long as there was the acknowledgement of a lethal fall, everyone would walk out of that situation unscathed. Aside from the many dismembered demons that now littered a rioting prison camp, of course. A distinct snarl graced Sliske's lips while the rifts in the ground closed themselves, now forced to reveal one of his trump cards before a valid combat scenario arrived. His tail lashed out from behind him and seems to cut into the fabric of reality, opening a massive rift through which a series of heavy, supportive units came through. This was the Hierarchy, the soldiers created in the conquering of that slave planet with the name [i]Sliske[/i] branded across it. Perverted religion bending to his every whim, fueling his wrath with every righteous soul they subjugated. Battle Nuns, Warfathers, and the dreaded Overblessers poured from the tear in reality to take this camp again, this time using the captives of this camp to fuel their master alongside labor. No escape for those stuck here now. The incubus cast a sidelong glance at the portal Rufus had kept open, then smirked to himself. [color=purple]"Time to put myself to the test... you four, come with me!"[/color] Three of the nuns and a warfather fell in step behind Sliske, following his movement through the gate and into the throne room of King Rufus. The incubus' heels clicked as he landed solidly on the carpet, immediately bowing low to his king. [color=purple]"I'd be glad to take part in some mischief."[/color] He stood back up and moved to the left side of the room, one of the frankly terrifying ladies accompanying him giving the king a lusty stare, despite the lack of a proper face. Awkward or attractive, that was for the king to decide. He shot Henry a welcoming nod, and the same to a demon that seemed to be dropping the temperature in the room by a few degrees. This would be an interesting day, for sure. [center][@Lucius Cypher][@TheWindel][@Banana][@Lonewolf685][/center][hr][center][h2][color=sienna]Syphax Gallus Aquilus[/color][/h2][/center] Syphax had, in a sense, gotten lost in the bloodshed. From breaking down the door, he had no idea how many demons he had killed at this point, and nothing had come as a challenge yet. Swish swish stab and all that, fire off a crossbow bolt here and there, nothing too complicated... and then the floor opened up underneath him and Dora, pulling them both into a dark vortex which opened up in the vast expanse of the skies over Celestia. For a moment, he thought that whatever opened that rift was just sick of him cutting up Hell itself, and he allowed himself to free fall. As a harpy, this wasn't a danger to him, though he realized there was some level of urgency when the living-stone that was Dora started falling faster than he was. He sheathed his greatsword finally and dove after her, quickly gaining on her with his wings spread. He dove down for a moment and came at her parallel to the ground, essentially tackling her and hooking his arms under hers. To compensate for the extra weight, he beat his powerful wings only marginally faster, slowly losing altitude to bring them both down softly. [color=sienna]"Well, how was that for a date?"[/color] He smirked slightly and flew them in through one of the courtyards, which happened to have Torag and Tartys sitting within it, along with a host of lesser angels. Syphax set Dora down before landing beside her, folding his wings and wiping some demon blood on the leg of his armor. Rare enough for him, he had gotten out of that conflict unscathed, and was already thinking of some way to tell the story of how he got stuck in Hell for about an hour. He passed a friendly wave to the corpse that was busy reading a letter, cracking a warm smile at the sight of an old warrior like him getting some mail. Sure, he was an authoritative figure and probably had stacks of official documents wherever he usually bedded down, but that looked like a more personal missive. This wave also extended to the angel with a guitar, who was beginning to draw a crowd. It was about now a message from Deva burned itself into his mind, requesting that he prepare for a less combat-oriented task. All he knew was that this was a chance to not only spend some quality time with Dora, but also give Heaven a significant edge should they win this one. After the loss of Alt Signia, it was something even a scrappy fighter like him could see they would need. The only downside was that he would be a lab rat for a little while should something fail... With a proper risk assessment, he nodded and felt one of the pouches on his belt, making sure a certain bottle was still there. In a pinch, it may prove useful. [color=sienna]"It isn't directly fighting, but let's see what this Alchemist has in store for us, eh?"[/color] He lightly elbowed Dora's side, hoping to get one of her usual jovial responses. [center][@Lmpkio][@TheWindel][@Flamelord][@Lucius Cypher][@KoL][/center]