Bal'liel stepped through the portal with little hesitation. The towering demon's head shifted on his thick shoulders and his crimson pupils slid across the circular chamber. His attention came back to and rested with Seleza, although lumbering steps brought him towards the bed and soulless whores upon them. As if his silence and attention were greeting enough his eyes peered away from the prophetess and towards the pair of girls on the bed when he reached the foot of it.<br/><br/>Finally he spoke, "The women of Lodus hold nothing on creatures such as these...." His voice seemed to hold an echo, the dark and grit voice had a synchronous second tone, the words butchered near unintelligible. His wings splayed now, rising up then outward. The wide wingspan seemed to begin to emanate a darkness all about him and from out of this darkness long thin ropes of darkness swayed out and above in erratic motions. The dark tentacles began to remove the demon's armor,  piece by piece, tossing the metal to the ground with a loud clanging at the foot of the bed.