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The Herald drifted slowly towards the throne room. As he traveled, many lesser demons that passed him recoiled at his sight.
The thought crossed his mind [color=orange]"It would seem this mask never shuts off, how peculiar."[/color] A small laugh escaped him, he found the thought of demons recoiling at the sight of a human soul quite amusing. The twisted metals and patchwork appearance of demonic architecture always baffled the doctor. Yes it appeared fearsome, but he was often left asking, why? Was it the jagged points that resembled the teeth of a gigantic beast? Perhaps the icons of skulls appearing so often caused the dread of oncoming death? Or maybe it was the mere fact that it was so unnatural that brought about instinctual terror. Whatever it was, he was sure of one thing. It worked. 

As Tholman's mind drifted around, he came across a sight that snapped him to attention. Appearing, seemingly from nowhere, was a bee...person? Tholman sighed, he should be used to seeing the unnatural in Hell yet he continues being surprised. Within a few moments of her appearing, the bee-woman was suddenly being spoken to, well harassed more like, by a being who, in Tholman's Eyes, appeared like the wild amalgamations so often described by patients of the asylums. Tholman hardly left his quarters, as such he remains unaware of who either these beings are. Or perhaps his memory was slipping? Do souls decay? Tholman's mind ran off on another tangent. He sits there, silently contemplating if he remembers everything he should. A clawed hand coming to rest on the bottom of his beak-like mask.

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The Butcher remained motionless in the Hangar. He had remained on call for the last few weeks. Being consistently sent out to deal with patrolling enemies and to gather intelligence. Though as of now he was unneeded. However, his sensors flared to life. 
[color=firebrick]"Detecting Demonic presence. Objective: Capture and send for interrogation."[/color]

The massive mech turned and immediately, pulled out it's 6 blades, aiming at the point of origin, Henry. This caused a fair bit of chaos for the smaller grunts walking around as 21 meters worth of metal suddenly lurched outward.
[color=firebrick]"Submit to capture, demon."[/color]

Upon scanning the 'enemy' he found it to be Henry Avarita. An ally to the Machina, a very strong ally. The blades retracted, and Butcher returned to his standing position. Causing again, more havoc among the grunts.
[color=firebrick] "Apologies." [/color]