Trudging up the stairs toward Ahriman's dining hall came a figure who, at a glance, seemed very out of place in this demonic bastion. Indeed, with a glance at his quite plain shirt and trouse, his noblesque step and unmarred form, and the mixture of white and blue in his colour scheme, one might be inclined to believe this figure to be an angel - even his horns appeared coated with some form of magic that could potentially be divine in nature, if one did not stoop so low as to double check through magical means.

Behind him came two more obviously demonic figures. Brutish hulks, their bodies not entirely stable as parts of their form swelled and shrank at random, who may even be mistaken for bodyguards... which, in a sense, was true. Just not his. For him, they were more akin to thugs sent to take him to Ahriman, creatures intentionally bloated with power specifically for the task of ensuring their charge did not make a scene until he had taken up the offer most ceremoniously sent to him by one of the newest Lords of Sheol. Normally, he would not have done so... but with these things, puling entities he recognised as nominally his inferiors but for the excess of energy that even now ate at their insides, that could not be afforded.

Yet even they were better than the majority of mortal entities. Especially the one he and his "companions" had just encountered. [i]Sleeping[/i] on Ahriman's staircase, in fact. It was a strangeness that mortal beings had to work with, losing consciousness for often upward of eight hours a day; so that it had chosen here of all places to take its appointed time of sleep was unconscionable. It showed the true weakness of mortals, of course... not that that mattered to the other two demons, or so it would appear, as one simply foisted it up in their arms and nodded for the troupe to proceed.

And proceed they did, reaching the hall at the appointed time of eleven of the clock and fifty minutes, the angelic figure entered through the great doors smoothly, as if he were not compelled to do so by two beings empowered beyond their means - said means quickly becoming clear as, the moment he stepped into Ahriman's sightline, the power audibly rushed from their frames and back to who knew where; a glance back revealed two creatures, just as skeletal and worthless as the mortal they had dropped on the floor so haphazardly, lacking in anything resembling obvious strength, let alone physical or magical potency, and plainly worse for wear for the clear overburdening they'd had put upon them for this task, their innate power withered, at least for the time.

One hard stare sent them scurrying away. He'd have to ensure he could track them later. A small gesticulation of hand set behind the door (to avoid prying eyes, of course), a divine-looking ritual circle forming about his wrist, and a moment of intense pain followed, leading to a minute creature emerging from his palm: a fairy of sorts, purplish-red in glow, which promptly followed after the two sub-beings as its creator turned back to the true intent of his mission here. Of course, he'd spent time scoping out Lord Ahriman's character for a while beforehand... which, given that the two perspectives he'd been receiving from this keep were no longer offering input of any sort, he suspected might be why he had been brought here. Foolish error on his part. He should have known better than to assume he'd be missed... sloppy work.

Still, here he was, in sight of the Demon Lord himself, and at least two other figures... ah, yes. Classically-potent individuals, with a great amount of lore behind them. Especially the one who had turned traitor not so long ago... the great and powerful Medai, now a lapdog all over again. And the self-proclaimed Master of Black Chaos, too! Pfeh. Powerful, admittedly; yet if it ever tried to challenge a Demon Lord in mortal combat, it'd crumble like a twig. And as for himself... tone neutral but polite, remain formal, ensure one does not make oneself overly interesting...

[color=6ecff6]'Greetings, my esteemed Lord Ahriman. I am Daero'moroke, as I imagine you are aware. It is a pleasure to be invited into your company.'[/color] Daero'moroke bowed deeply to the Demon Lord, since of course that was what he expected of a... subordinate. Eugh. The idea that he'd be [i]serving[/i] this being was beyond galling, but at the very least, it would not overtly affect his plans in the long term. And in any case... it did provide high-quality sustenance. If it had not already been devoured by these pigs, at least.