Red eyes open on a desolate landscape, the former glory of the Great Demon Emperor-while still grand- was a shadow of it's former self. The Fae king... or at least the old one, had almost destroyed his plans. But as the saying goes, nothing sleeps forever...<br/><br/>"Krorac! Tell the militia it is time for them to sharpen their claws. Tonight we are to draw blood." Geraak said firmly as he stood. Krorac nodded. "Lokran'Naal<span style="color: #FF0000">(A/N:Demon tongue used as a sign of respect)</span>my liege. Where are you going?"<br/><br/>Geraak smirked wickedly. "If their Emperor does not lead, how shall his subordinates follow?"<br/><br/>Moments later he exited his castle and looked to his demon hoard. "TONIGHT WE STRIKE!"<br/><br/>"Lokran'Naal! Lokran'Naal! Lokran'Naal!" the demons cheered. Geraak surveyed his men and let a wicked grin etch across his features. tonight, with any luck, the New Fae King would follow his father to the grave.