Several gasps and murmurs were heard as she revealed this piece of information to the Elders. Nephilos seemed to get an even happier expression as, in contrast, Death's was one of rage. pure unadulterated horrifying pee-your-pants Rage. He stared at the spot where the scar had been, then finally said calmly something that shocked every demon present.<br/><br/>"Maybe having an Heir to the Demonic throne isn't such a bad idea. Hell! Who knows, she might be better for us than lord Satan! no offense sir." Death said the last part towards a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>pissed of looking Demon. The biggest of the group by far.<br/><br/>"Offense taken, you skeletal as**ole! However... I will say this. As prince of Hell, Helkior has made the biggest Deal possible and lived through it, not to mention made it possible for me to retire at some point for a time if I so choose. Therefore, I move to solidify the Pact that has been made, and to allow these two as much free reign over Hell as necessary... excluding rule over the council or myself. All in favor say I."<br/><br/>Death was the first to speak. "I second the motion."<br/>Astaroth chimed in next. "I."<br/>Nephilos was the next one to to speak, although it was plain on his face that he had been holding back so that no one could pin this on him. "I."<br/>An Elder whose name had not been said was the next. "I."<br/>Satan smirked. "There you have it... Five of us have given you the answer. to the others... Mephisto, Ostwraeth. you are to not lay a finger on the girl unless she gives you direct permission."<br/><br/>"Yes sir." The other two, presumably Mephisto and Ostwraeth said in unison.<br/><br/>As the Council left, Nephilos walked up to the two whom had been 'on trail' so to speak. " don't think we were properly introduced, young miss." He bowed respectfully. "I am Nephilos, Commander of Hell's army and at your beck and call. Well that last part only applies after the wedding... so, shall I arrange it on earth or would you rather have it here?"<br/><br/>Helkior let out an exasperated sigh. "You are so evil, you know that? We could have died and you're asking where we want to get married... Although that's up to Bre." He paused, then remembered what she said earlier. "That reminds me..." Getting down on one knee, he took a ring with a gold band and a ruby that seemed to glint as though it was on fire. "Bre... Will you make me the happiest Demon alive and become my wife?"