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He listened... He processed what the skull wearing speaker had to say... He was not impressed. It was all very obvious formalities. Tactical things that did not interest the Emperor. He had such a bad habit of just ordering things done, and watching others work out the formula. Mind you, some of his own work he did himself. Some of his own machines he built with his own two hands. Some mass produced of course. The two drones in the shapes of eagles, that sat on his shoulder, were clearly mass-produced. They were certainly flawed compared to what the emperor would have made, but the metals he needed were sparse in this underworld, and not plentiful enough to be wasted on higher quality drones. 

His opinions on the others though... The one called Chryseis was interesting. At least he looked to be so. Perhaps a fighter who could run a front guard. He'd probably make mince of weaker enemies, but he was a soldier no doubt. Or at least as far as Velo cared.
Azrael was something of a wild card. He wanted only to kill humans. Not much use in building an empire, but if he needed humans culled... Well he had his uses. He would have to be killed, or contained. Maybe left in the Abyss while the others moved on. A choice for later.
Pandora? He'd reserve his own thoughts. She was silent. That was good. A jailer followed orders, perhaps she would take his too. 

Then... There was Willowa. Very forward. He didn't bow back. Instead he just nodded, as a means of acknowledging her presence. It was wise of her to bow before addressing him. It showed class. She was clearly the most dangerous of the group in that regard. A classy lady was far more deadly than an ogre of an angel. 

[quote]"I do hope you'll forgive my sudden request, but would you care to aid me in a little project with the mutts? You see, I've been struck with a delightful idea to strip them of their human intellect and render them beasts of pure instinct who would naturally submit to our greater power, but that would also entail a tiresome amount of posturing and one bad day could have them turn against us. I won't insult you by pretending to fully grasp your technology, but perhaps we could use it in conjunction with my elixer to firmly control a number of wolves to serve as our enforcers? The greatest result for the least effort, and you'd have the honor of programming the first in our no doubt considerably bevy of forces to command."[/quote]

[color=f7941d]"Perhaps."[/color] Velo said, musing on this problem. [color=f7941d]"In my time, there was a need to control living beings, like wolves. To tame them to certain commands. To teach right and wrong. We used a magnetic collar, that would shock those who might turn on their owners. A strong enough pulse would kill them. Pain was a good motivator."[/color] He explained the thought rather simply. 
[color=f7941d]"Why, I recall that I used such a device on my seventh wife. She thought me cruel, and refused to lay in my bed. I could have had her chained there, but that was meaningless. Merely punishing her gently until she chose of her own free will to obey... Yes. We can perform such a thing on these wolves quite easily."[/color] 

He approached a dying wolf, one that still clung barely to life. His gauntlet pressed against its burst open chest... And he began to extract the essence of life from it. Its body turned cold, and lights faded in its eyes. The gauntlet he wore hummed, and a single of many dead lights turned on. 
He gestured to one of his drones, and as soon as it landed, he began to rip it apart. The chest opening up, the sigils and wiring that filled its body were exposed. 
[color=f7941d]"Willowa, for the living, we can start by finding ways to amplify their pain sensors. That way I can use less energy, and thus make more collars on the cheap."[/color] He explained, already taking fabric from a wing and stripping it into sheets. Perfect sizes for collars. Metal meeting with each of the small sigils that lined it. The light in his gauntlet would fade, and within a short while, the first of possibly several collars was constructed. [color=f7941d]"Yes, this shall work perfectly. Control via the avoidance of pain."[/color]