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The huge Demon king sighed as he waited for the council meeting to start. The meetings were also very boring to start with, if he could he would have slept but as it was he stood on his own the fire covering his body crackled gently as he looked around. It didn't take long for the meeting to finally start. He pay'd little attention until the voice came from the chalice he chuckled as the others in the room froze, the voice held no power over him. He was glad however when the voice mentioned him, giving him free reign to attack the earth without having to take the blame, perfect just as he had planned. He tilted his head already concocting his plan of attack.

He tilted his head at hearing of a rebellion against the Devil. He couldn't help but remember his brother who had fallen going against the Devil, a simple yet effective plan that one he mused silently to himself. He shifted the weight off of one foot as he felt his leg starting to go numb, he had been standing there for longer than he had realised.

The Demon King twisted his head as the meeting ended and stalked off, leaving foot prints of flame where he trod and made his way back to his castle. As soon as he arrived the great gates unsealed from the inside and swung inwards silently until it clanged loudly against the walls. The Demon King made his way to his throne and settled down in his throne and looked around at the small horde of Demons gathered in his throne room, a good portion of them were equipped with halberds. The Demon King shifted in his throne and roared. "Ansgar show yourself."

In a few moments a large hunched Demon walked into the throne room. It was hunched over slightly with large muscles, it was about 2 storeys tall with 3 foot ram horns jutting from its skull, running down the back of its jet black head was a mane of fire like hair. The large beast had a swagger of one who was powerful enough to be used but not to be expended at a whim. The large Demon knelt at the feet of Brenhin with its right arm under its gut, its left behind its back, its horns touched the floor. The general sign of respect to a superior in the Land of Brimstone. "What do you command Great one?" The Demon's voice was cool and calm. "Our lord has given us the freedom to attack the fools at the WDL without punishment, as one of my lesser warlords I am giving you the chance to make yourself more powerful. Take your war band and be prepared to attack. Do not fail me." The last words were clearly a threat.

The Demon looked surprised at the sudden orders but quickly rose. "It will be done." It jogged out of the room deeper into the castle, there were cheers and howls of joy from what could be presumed as Ansgar's war band. Soon the air would be filled with the sound of war drums and forges, whooping and sparing. The first of the Demons were going to war in far too long. Amid it all Brenhin smiled to himself.