[color=FF1aef][b]Asmodeus[/b][/color]

It would seem she was not called here to do battle.

Ignoring the others for a moment, she looked over the graveyard, noting the entrance just further away, and the lack of anything else in it. Why did she think she was called here to do battle again? Asmodeus was called here to do something, but she had no idea what it was. Perhaps it was to kill these other people that came here? If so, then why did they get the call as well? The two that came later seemed very talkative as well. One even patted her shoulder, which, judging from the way he was acting, seemed to be the norm for him.

[color=FF1aef]"My name is Asmodeus. I seek the Voice that Calls for answers."[/color]

Her voice sounded distorted and louder from under the helm, like the low grumbling of thunder. Whether it was the shape or the construction of the helm, she did not know, but it was something new for her; Asmodeus had never really spoken — or remembered speaking — to anyone with her helm on, much less without it. 

Now that she was actually paying attention, those two certainly looked strange. They were... things she had never seen before. The rugged looking stout looking fellow towering over even her was curious, but the other one was smooth and slinky, attracting her attention more. The way he stood, the shape of his body, the texture of his skin. He looked...

Well, he looked soft and chewy. Her stomach rumbled as it reminded her she did not eat anything since morning.