<div style="text-align: center">Questor:​</div><br/>Guards immediately began to move forward as they saw Laylah draw a dagger and place it at the throat of one of the Demon Lords. But Dante's Supporters intervened and pointed to the dagger that Laylah was wrestling from the Demon Lord's hand. They stooped and looked upon the Demon Lord with Disdain. They slowly moved towards the Demon Lord in question. Dante was forced back by the powerful blows of Valkar. He was strong, even though he was not in the best of shape. But Dante could see that he was tiring now. His blows were getting less forceful. He was finally back against the railing and out of the cornner of his eye he could see Laylah moving back a dagger in her hand. Something had happened and he hopped she had not killed any one. He ducked and moved around to one side of Valkar and again drew blood from a wound to his side, and back peddled to the middle of the room. Now he could see where he had been and one of the Demon Lords rubbing his wrist. He chuckled as he knew it was one of Valkar's Supporters and could imagine what he had attemped. But Laylah had been there to keep him from being stabbed in the back. He gave her a smile and a nod of his head as he prepared for Valkar's next attack.<br/><br/>The Guards moved up behind the Demon Lord that had tried to stab Dante and two grabbed him by the arms, one on each side. The third moved in front of him looking at him in disgust. "You are under arrest for trying to interfer with a Duel to the Death and attempting to murder a Demon Lord." They literally picked him up off the ground and forceably removed him from his place and towards one of the exits. Muttering from the other Lords rose as this happened and many looked at Valkar with narrowed eyes.<br/><br/>Valkar again came at Dante, his breathing labored and sweat running down his face and neck. But his attack was more controled this time, but still that little bitt slower then before. Dante easily parried his blows and then began his own attack, forcing Valkar to back peddle around the circle. Again and again he pricked Valkar and blood covered his clothing. Fear began to rise in his eyes and Dante could see him trying to find a way out of the fight. He could try to run and be called a coward and become a hunted Demon, he could admit defeat but he would never be a Demon Lord of power again. Or with a stroke of luck he could kill Dante, but that was fast becoming a fleeing thought. But he was also a proud Demon Lord, one that had never walked away from a fight or challange. Again he tried to batter down Dante's defences. Dante was now beginning to tire as well. Valkar had attacked with great strength and it took all of Dante's strength and cunning to parry and block his blows. But the fight continued, and the blood loss of Valkar was beginning to show. Dante was not about to show mercy. Valkar was his enemy and he had tried to have him killed, and he was a tratior. With a last burst of strength he attacked striking Valkar's sword aside and finally running his sword through Valkar's heart. Valkar's eyes widened and his mouth opened as if to say something, but only blood began to seep from it as his knees buckled and went to the floor. Dante with drew his bloody sword and steped back, as Valkar slowly slumped to the floor, a pool of blood forming under him and seeping out around his upper body.<br/><br/>Immediately Dante's supporters shouted out and applauded. Valkar's looked about them not knowing what to do, and definately were afraid of what was to come, and become of them. Slowly the other Demon Lords called out Dante's name and appaluded. Dante stood there breathing hard and sweat matting his hair to his head and running down his face and neck. What he did next again silenced the room. He turned and walked to a gate to the railing that surrounded the inner circle and walked up a broad set of stairs to something covered in a purple cloth. He pulled the cloth from a magnificently carved wooden throne, inlaid with jewels and good and silver. He turned to the other Demon Lords looking at them, and sat down. "I claim my right as the heir to the Demon Throne." he forceably stabbed the tip of his sword into the wooden floor before him. "Any that wish to challange me, step forward." His supporters moved throught he crowd of Demon Lords to move up to him and stood at his right and left. He held out a hand to Laylah, beconning her to join him by the throne. There was silence and none moved after his supporters had. The other Demon Lords looked at each other, not knowing what to do or say.<br/><br/>Finally, one moved to the railing and slid over it to the center of the circle. He looked around at his fellow Demon Lords, then drew his sword and knelt on one knee, holding the sword in both hands out streaghed to Dante. "My King." he said simply as he bowed his head. Soon others began to move to the circle and do the same. Only Valkar's supporters stood where they were, looking confused.