[right][h2][color=red]Khaine[/color], Hell's Royal Chambers   -[/h2][/right]

So the rumours were true. Hell's government had never been the most stable. Unlike the other two factions no one demon possessed any real inherent right to rule, not that other demons would have respected such a right. As such the leader was whoever managed to force themselves into that position, whether through cunning or brute force. But in all of Hell's rich and colourful history, never had there been such a thing as a... council? An aristocracy, formed of the most powerful demons within Hell banding together. Such a group would not be overthrown by any other demon seeking power, giving it a stability that the previous monarchs had lacked. The only real risk to that stability, as always, was the members of the oligarchy turning on one another. It was an interesting turn. A broken pattern, in a world drowning in patterns. Since his escape Khaine had considered his options, and realised that he could achieve little on his own. If he had to throw his lot in with one of these groups, then perhaps the most chaotic would be best.

A flickering red portal formed amid the burning pits of Hell. Khaine emerged into the halls of the 'palace', inhabited now by Hell's new leaders. Looking around, he swiftly made his way to the throne room. Even as he marched he considered whether he was about to get himself horrendously murdered. He had once served Hell, and he had betrayed them for his own goals. Of course his former master was long gone, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be killed for the betrayal. Hell certainly needed warriors now, but logic was rarely the driving force behind the actions of demons like the Black Goat. Certainly this choice was risky, but it would be worth it if he managed to be accepted. Serving in Hell's armies, he might be able to accomplish some of his actual goals.

So, with his doubts quelled for the moment, Khaine opened the doors leading to Hell's throne room. Stepping in, the metallic giant looked around. He did not kneel, but rather, spoke while standing. [color=red]"I come to offer my services."[/color] Hopefully, this could go down a bit more pleasantly than his last interaction with Hell. After all, he had no intention of being put back in the Oblivion Dungeon.