[center][h1][b][color=A5F2F3]Ghelgath Fenrir Calder-Berg[/color][/b][/h1]
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[color=ed1c24][i]“Prove to me you’re a better commander than the Frozen Wretch.”[/i][/color]

And just as the new Queen of Hell dare to mutter those very words, a howling wind can be heard gaining momentum, followed by footsteps. An erie mist clouded the outside, the vapors of both the fiery ash and the frigid shards combining as one into a lightly-tinted red-n-black cloud. No doubt did it signify the coming of that very being Ira muttered so coldly at Sliske. A bone-chilling breeze would then fill the entire throne room, followed by an immediate muggy disturbance as the result of the fire and ash coinciding with one another. It was a unique feeling unlike anyone had felt before. 

And then, slowly from the mist, the silhouette of the Ice King can be seen, followed by a cold chuckle of pity. This wasn't like the laughs of cheekiness or mischief from the days of Rufus, this was raw and pitiful underneath this new "Queen". And as soon as he appeared fully from the mist, he adjusts his cape-like vest and stands casually in front of Her Majesty with his hands in his pockets. And with a sneer, he chuckles once.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"So..."[/color][/b] Ghelgath simply states as he observes the room around him. Sliske seemed to stand firm, yet his hand was in violent erratic movements of pain and misery as the black mist continued to gnaw at his futile attempt to regenerate. On the other side was Henry, the one demon the Lich had partnered on briefly during Hohenheim's games, who seemed to have just gotten over laughing maniacally over something... something like the former's hand. The hulking Barlog seemed to have a nasty expression of displeasure on his face. And then there was Victoire Bordeaux, who didn't seem to give any fuck about the situation at hand. It all didn't matter. As soon as he finished gazing, he looks back at the Queen dead-straight in the eyes.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"This is what has become, huh? You know Queen Ira, I do have to say you indeed have some guts to try and take the throne of good pal' King Rufus, however admirable you want to put it... but did you really have to do it when he was away?"[/color][/b]

He pauses for a brief time looking at the room with his hands out as if he's disappointed at something.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"I mean really? No final fight with him? No epic climatic battle to see who's the strongest and all? Pffft... that's pathetically low. You claim the throne, but with no proof to show your worth? No head to plop on your throne? I mean, I hear your all, super strong and such apparently, but c'mon man, your making this into some kinda joke. We just left for some silly little game for a couple o' hours and already you guys are fighting for the throne?"[/color][/b]

Ghelgath pauses to simply laugh right in her face for a few seconds before gaining back his composure.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"O-Oh boy... you see that's why you don't see me wannin' to rule. Too much work, too much chaos. Probably gonna get assassinated on my inauguration day or something, if the heat doesn't kill me first..."[/color][/b]

Then, a thundering stomp can be heard outside, followed by a pitter-patter of rapidly approaching footsteps. Ghelgath simply smiled.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"But I ain't here to rule,"[/color][/b] the Ice Lich looks up with a devilish smirk, [b][color=A5F2F3]"I aint here to take any thrones for myself."[/color][/b]

And out from the mist, an army of newly created Ice demons emerge from the windy chaos, along with several regular incubi, succubi and [url=
http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/doom/images/4/44/IMP.png/revision/latest?cb=20160528025044]Imp[/url] units. A unit of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2e/aa/14/2eaa1482f7800f409c57e7e40129e296.jpg]Frigid Soldiers[/url] emerge from the mists first, followed by several [url=http://img13.deviantart.net/e9c7/i/2015/221/4/9/ice_mage_concept_by_jasontn-d94xzau.jpg]Ice Mages[/url], with three giant [url=http://orig03.deviantart.net/11e5/f/2013/033/7/9/ice_golems_by_shuty9-d5tjtmc.jpg]Frozen Golems[/url] hulking in the background, and lastly an [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ea/6b/b0/ea6bb0bf969f1575f83f8704c0ccbe7b.jpg]Ice Sergeant[/url] stops behind Ghelgath with his staff at the ready. The Lich King had a whole army at his command, at least a section of it, enough to hopefully subdue this new found Queen. Yet he isn't simply relying on them. He looks around at the rest of the units, the subordinates of the Queen. 

[b][color=A5F2F3]"Those who disapprove or challenge Ira's rule,"[/color][/b] Ghelgath says to the rest, [b][color=A5F2F3]"May you all stand here."[/color][/b] He shows his hand to his side. These demons, his friends, comrades, he sensed heavy displeasure with this new Queen. And if they wanted to challenge her, to prove her worth, now is the chance, 
[b][color=A5F2F3]"And those who stand with her... well, may King Rufus spare your already damned soul."[/color][/b] 

He continues to hold his Ice Axe, ready to see how many will side with Rufus... and to those who somehow in their right mid side with the new Queen.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"If you say you're fit to rule..."[/color][/b] the Lich King says one last time at Ira defiantly, [b][color=A5F2F3]"How about we put that to the test, eh? Waddya say?"[/color][/b]