[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][center][color=purple][h2]Sliske Arkilius[/h2][/color][/center]
Sliske quite literally hissed as his right hand was severed from his arm, black flames using the stump as fuel while his hand flopped around, rapidly changing shapes as nerves fired.  He slinked back like a wounded animal, covering his wound with his left hand and keeping eyes on the woman that had just proven she could kill him at any time should she wish.  He wouldn't win a direct fight, that much was clear, and as much as he would like to sic his army on her, it wasn't the best option at the time.  She then asked why he should even be kept around and allowed to lead Hell's forces, to which the incubus gave her a look of pure hatred.  [color=purple]"You wanna know why I shouldn't get burned off?  You want to know why Rufus kept me around for so long?  Fine, I'll tell you, now get comfy."[/color]  Like a madman he paced, planning each and every word with extensive care, though he didn't necessarily hide a distaste for the new Queen of Hell.

[color=purple]"I'm in command of this army because I'm effective.  When I step on the battlefield with a significant force, we win because I'm the only one in this hole that can lead!  Henry's a greedy little shit, Ghelgath's a fucking hermit, Fran just cares about how many things she can fuck, Balrog has the mind of a pigeon, and Victoire's only out for her own hide!"[/color]  He paused for a short moment, turning on his heel to face Ira and her pointless mask.  [color=purple]"And what of Sliske?  Well, planets fall to my forces, I'm a conqueror!  Without me, Hell stalls out and will get crushed in seconds!  Even now my Overblessers churn out artillery to keep our borders locked down!  Nuns keep the horde replenished, and Warfathers give us the offensive edge we need!"[/color]  With that, he turned around and clasped his left hand around the burning stub of his wrist.  [color=purple]"Simply put, we're fucked if I pull my support or you take me from my position."[/color]  He stopped at the top of the stairs, chin up as if he had admitted some form of defeat.  

[color=purple]"Ultimately, the decision lies with you, Ira.  The question is if you'll make the right one."[/color]  Here, he stood completely still, vulnerable to attack from her... or Henry, if he decided to be a dick.  He did, however, have the capability of opening up a rift and bring in the big guns should he feel the need at any moment.

[center][@TheWindel][@Awesomoman64][@KoL][@Lucius Cypher][@floodtalon][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/color][/center]
Following his refusal to partake in the trials of the Alchemist, for he had no needs in unlife besides weaponry and armor, Torag had spent most of his time honing his general lack of magical ability into his combat.  While he was still largely reliant on his scythe and claymore, he now had some level of range to give him an edge over the faster competition... which was just about everyone in the Nexus.

Now, however, the sounds of a harp had beckoned him from his practice, his armor betraying his approach as always.  Tartys and company would likely hear him coming long before they saw him, though it wasn't like that mattered much.  These were his allies, compatriots... friends was a better word at this point.  The word felt extremely foreign as it passed through the wraith's mind, though it was a welcome feeling at this point.  In five-hundred years he hadn't known anyone he could bestow that word unto, but now he had at least two that he could.  He rounded the corner to the courtyard just as the playing began again, his dry skin cracking into a light smile while he descended the stairs she was seated on.

He gave polite nods to everyone present before sitting down on the edge of the pavilion's fountain, content to listen to the harp's sweet music for the time being.  He was expecting a visit from a certain roguish dragon in the near future, though.  All he had to do was hang out and relax for the moment.

His peace was interrupted at the sight of many earthy shades of wings covering the sky, an astonishing sight considering there was only one person aligned with Heaven that had wings that were not white.  In this moment, the leader of this flock gracefully dropped down into the courtyard, far more gleeful than anyone had ever seen him.  Torag in particular had never seen anyone this happy, then again he hadn't watched as his entire race was enslaved to a demonic power.

[center][@The 42nd Gecko][@Inner Demon][@Flamelord][@KoL][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/TQwX6Jx.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=sienna]Syphax Gallus Aquilus[/color][/h2][/center]
A mass of wings overtook the skies of Heaven, which wasn't the rare of an occurrence.  The thing that made this exceptional was the colors of the wings, ranging from dark grays and blacks to earthy browns and all the way to snow white.  And none were moving faster than the figure of Syphax, Knight of the Southern Winds.  This was his wish from Hohenheim at its complete fruition, which would've been predictable for him.  He had wished for nothing more than the liberation of his people from the depths of Hell, and here they were now, flying high over Heaven to offer their services to the faction that had indirectly saved them.  Sure, the Angels always had the aerial advantage, but now they had total domination of anything off the ground with the sheer numbers here to take revenge on the Demons.

In his travel, Syphax spotted the figure of Torag moving through a pavilion to sit at a fountain, to which he smiled brightly and dropped from the swarm into the yard.  Typical of him, he landed gracefully and stood erect, looking up at his once again freed people.  His face broke into a wide smile and a tear of joy ran down his face, words to his friends choked with emotion.  [color=sienna]"This is beautiful, isn't it?  Every single one of them, alive and well...  it's a dream come true, truly."[/color]  He wiped the water from his eye, smile only widening as he enjoyed the sight of everything he worked for coming to life.