By the time Denara entered the domain of the Demon Prince everything had changed. The two slave soldiers who had been fighting for the Prince's amusement were now dead beneath a group of the Prince's unique breed of<a class="link link--external" href="http://img03.deviantart.net/1ed5/i/2013/035/3/7/hellhound_by_daniellee_by_danielllee-d5tw8ig.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> hellhound</a>, being thoroughly savaged. The Prince himself remained in his plain throne, elbows resting a top his knees. His black gaze swept over the corrupted Angel briefly as she knelt before him. The Angel knew her Prince well enough to notice the change in his demeanor the moment his eyes were on her. It was as if her very presence was somehow soothing to the Demon. "Denara, how nice of you to join me."<br/><br/>When Krusious rose from his seat his body immediately began to change, his terrible height and girth beginning to shifting toward his smaller Incubus form. By the time he crossed his dias to stand before the kneeling Angel he was slightly over seven feet in height as opposed to the terrifying nine he had been moments before. Moreover, the choking scent of brimstone gave way to a heady cologne of pharamones. The Demon began to walk a circle around his kneeling Angel, his fingers reaching out to caress her wings as he passed behind her. "It's terribly boring watching a mock battle on the eve of war, Denara. Drums beat throughout my camp every night, stirring my army to a fever pitch, and still we are told to wait. My advisors say we are missing legions, and must remain patient still."<br/><br/>Krusious came to stand before the Angel once more, one hand reaching out toward her, an invitation to be helped to her feet. "I'm tired of waiting General. I need entertainment. I need a war. Find me one or the other, Denara. Now."