The generals all arrived on time with everyone else filing in various states of 'fashionably late'. A Dimitri would make the rounds the other generals were near Lucifer never straying far. Some of them were begrudging in their congratulations. It seemed there would be a cause for the group to celebrate as the 3rd general, the man stood to the side looking quite pleased despite his normally stoic face. Syndar was a man to be feared, he was dangerous on the battlefield and always had a quick wit and a quick blade. His black hair was now streaked with gray though and his age showed in his demeanor and lines on his face. Demons aged very slowly but they still did, and he cracks and wears on his horns showed the wear of life and wars he had been through.<br/><br/>His eyes were that striking orange color that was the trademark of the 3rd house of Hell. His eyes fixed on Dimitri raising an elegant brow as he smirked. "Well, you have really outdone yourself this time Dimitraeus. I like the ears." He teased knowing the man was terribly vain but there no harm in some gentle prodding especially since he was a force to be reckoned with and hadn't gotten in the demon's way when it came to his weird obsessions with the fox. It appeared there were whisperings that the 3rd house was going to have a ceremony to pass the torch to their new leader. It appeared the Syndar was going to be retiring, or at least having his chosen heir on a trial period.<br/><br/>The way it worked was anyone that got the torch to a house would have to prove themselves and see how they stand up with the other generals as it took a strong demon and one that was quite powerful to deal with all their bullshit. But it appeared that Syndar was fair confident that whoever he had chosen would be just fine and it would leave him some time to take on some new projects.