If Garth's comment about her infernal nature, or his deliberate picking apart of her 'promise' perturbs  Delia, it's difficult to tell. The bright little smile remains upon her face despite the untoward comments, and how 'sure' he was that she was going to betray one or all of them when the situation suits her. Despite the smile, nothing could staunch the faint flow of heat that filled her veins at the comment. It was difficult enough to make a 'promise' to not betray them. Had they not picked apart the promise, there was a sense of demonic pride that might have actually made her keep it. It was not quite a 'deal' in demonic terms, but it was still words spoken without malicious intent. Of course, having it picked apart...did very, very little for her willingness to live up to her words "...We'll see, orc. We'll see." Is all she finally responds with, little except the annoyed swaying of her long, spaded tail belying her far-less-elated mood.<br/><br/>At least, until Mona's little comment, and the subsequent lick of her lips. It would take a trained eye to notice, but the corner of Delia's mouth twitches just slightly, just enough to briefly expose the tips of one of her long, pointed canine teeth, a look of obvious anger. Really. Eat her? A devil-worshipping little human? She could feel her blood veritably boiling at the little comment and 'hint' of what Mona meant, and though a biting retort surfaces on her lips, Delia ushers in every last ounce of willpower she had to keep from saying it. The...foolish girl would be someone she could deal with later, after all. Perhaps by giving her a thorough tour of a succubus' digestive tract. Mmm...that WAS a pleasant thought. So much raw magical energy...it would feel nothing short of heavenly to absorb every last little bit of it as the girl slowly melted away inside her gurgling stomach...<br/><br/>The thought somewhat stifles the burning anger deep within her, and - with a last look in the human girl's direction - she turns her attention to Xarius, listening to the plan of attack. At least, most of it - until she feels the drow's arms encircle her from behind, his body pressing up tightly against her own. Her first instinct was to gasp, but she'd long since conditioned herself against giving away too much. When Aron's lips slide across her ear, the drow can feel her long ear twitch slightly, seeming to droop a little at his touch, and judging by the slight little shiver that coursed through her body...it was something she clearly liked. Though she longed to respond to the drow, she holds her tongue, and just like that...he's gone, off to do a little 'private work' of his own.<br/><br/><br/>It's not too long before the plan has been made, and just like that - they're off. Delia wisely sticks to the back, preferring not to be on the front lines and in the way of Chira should she start charging off in one direction or another. Besides, from here...she could ensure the fight took more of the direction she wanted it to. That being...with her side coming out on top "If...I say anything, and you feel strange? Just...go with it, okay? Some aspects of succubi voices - and appearances - can make the blood hot, make you fight harder, make you stronger, make your mind more focused...I assure you, it's nothing bad, mm?"<br/><br/>The moment the two guards and the rat-man are spotted, Delia pulls up short. Mmm, she could sense their vitality, their essence...and oh, how it made her blood boil in need, in desire. Her hunger, though, could easily be sated later...of that, she'd make certain "Oops. Sorry dears. Don't mind us. We're just passing through." Rather than charging into the fray, Delia claps her hands once...twice...<br/><br/>And then, a soft, sweet voice, just a little bit above the volume of normal speech so as not to rouse other guards unnecessarily, fills the little hallway.<br/><br/>"I'm just tatters of what was once here...<br/>...Worshippers gather in fear...<br/>...Lock yourselves in for the fight...<br/>..We're gonna make this right...<br/><br/>On this ship this day...<br/>Paved through the blood of the fray...<br/>Ripped from hell to on high...<br/>There but for vengeance go I...!<br/><br/>Hellfire nipping at Achilles's heels<br/>I kill, so you know exactly how it feels!<br/>Nothing's going to stop us till we take you down,<br/>You see us, and soon you won't be around..!"<br/><br/>To the small little group assembled in the hallway, the words, though strange, strike up a sensation of urgency, of desire, of power. Bodies feel hot, minds focus...<br/><br/>It feels utterly strange..and incredibly uplifting.<br/><br/>(( Delia is using her Bardic song, giving everyone a +2 bonus against charm and fear, and +2 bonus to attack and damage.<br/><br/>The song will also be used to cast 'haste' on everyone, which will last 7 rounds I believe. An additional +1 to attack and AC, and an additional attack.))