[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/suhtDil.png[/img][/center][center][color=purple][h2]Sliske, Serpent-Tongued Swindler[/h2][/color][/center]
If things had played out in literally any other direction, Sliske would've punted Henry off the mountain the second he opened up a gate to steal his hand, turned his army on Ira, and taken her mask as a trophy.  The problem was, between her sheer speed and the vice grip that was around him now, he was left with little choice.  It was either get his body chopped into pieces and have to be stitched together upon regeneration, or swear fealty to the bitch that had just taken his right hand from him.  He was given a third option with the arrival of Ghelgath, and a challenge was issued to him:  Prove his worth, and he'd stay in his position.

In that moment, the ice demon gave a proposition that the swindler normally would've accepted if it weren't for the current circumstances.  The frosty fiend was met with a confident smirk from the incubus at the top of the stairs, though it quickly vanished from his face.  That look had screwed him twice before, and it wouldn't a third time.  [color=purple]"As much as I'd love to turn around and skullfuck our new queen, these three have already sworn themselves to her.  I may make rash decisions... but I'm not a fool."[/color]  His eyes flared an aggressive shade of purple and he rose into the air, left hand and right stub flaring with magical energy as a singular rift opened up behind the throne.  Ghelgaht's death warrant came in one massive, spiked foot stepping through and ripping into the tiling, signalling the approach of a certain trickster's army.

The only Overblesser to show itself that day was followed by a host of four Warfathers and six Battle Nuns.  On its own, this was a powerful force, but the roar of engines forced away any doubt that Sliske had walked into this meeting unprepared.  Through the same rift sped a set of three Tick Choppers, each imp seated with a firebomb getting tossed up and caught in one hand, and behind them was a pair of Blackguards, shields raised already.  Behind them was two groups of Soul Kissers struggling to free their arms and two Punishing Parties, and finally a Blaze Warden making its presence known with the crack of a flaming whip.  Every unit formed up behind their leader, whom cracked his neck and stared his icy counterpart down.  [color=purple]"Queen Ira, you have my loyalty... for now.  Ghelgath, you can either swear yourself to her or face me."[/color]  His left hand balled into a fist at that moment, dark energy almost getting squeezed out of the contracted muscles and tendons.

[center][@Lmpkio][@TheWindel][@KoL][@floodtalon][@Awesomoman64][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag, Harbinger of Light[/h2][/color][/center]
Torag couldn't help but admire the swarm of harpies that was passing overhead, lost in the visions of hundreds of thousands of freed souls enjoying the freedom they once had.  In fact, he had been so transfixed by this image that he didn't notice Diana approach him, and she caught him off guard.  This prompted a surprised reaction by the wraith's standards and the half-draw of his claymore, which promptly slid back into its scabbard when he realized he wasn't in an immediate danger.  Now the girl brought up why he had called her here, to which he was quick to reply.

[color=gold]"Yes... I had an idea come to me last night, and I wish to know if you'd be capable of it."[/color]  He began to slowly pace away, expecting the shorter girl to follow his movements.  He disappeared from the revelry into one of the many nearby halls of Celestia, hands clasped behind his back.  [color=gold]"Diana, you can control your dragon form under the right circumstances, circumstances?"[/color]

[center][@KoL][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/TQwX6Jx.png[/img][/center][center][color=sienna][h2]Syphax, Knight of the Southern Winds[/h2][/color][/center]
His fellow Angels seemed to welcome back his people with open arms, which was what Syphax had been counting on.  One of them, someone that looked like some kind of trickster, had even taken up a fallen feather of one of his people, which earned a delighted smirk from their leader.  [color=sienna]"Take good care of that, friend, and you'll never need another quill in your life.  There's no tool for writing more resilient than the primary feather of a Harpy.  I'd pit them against the pens of the Machina, even!"[/color]  He laughed audibly, obviously in higher spirits than usual.  He even went as far as to pull a servant to the side and order a full round of drinks for anyone that wanted one in the garden, wanting to share is joy with everyone present.

He looked up in time to see another one of his race start a swoop down towards him, likely to say hello and meet her new allies, though his view was disrupted by a congratulations from a more recently made friend of his:  Omega.  Along with it came a joke about their resident tank of a commander, Torag.  [color=sienna]"Aye, the day Torag actually smiles is the day we all die for good!"[/color]  He chuckled audibly as the fellow Harpy lighted down beside him, not saying anything at first likely due to nerves.  Syphax, being the charismatic warrior he was, clapped an arm around the female in his merriment and pulled her close.  [color=sienna]"Aquila, my sister in arms, introduce yourself!  No need to be shy!"[/color]  His happiness was practically infectious at this point, as everyone around him seemed to become more gleeful.  It was like the knight was becoming some kind of beacon in the normally drab setting of Celestia, and maybe it was a change for the better.

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