Th demon ruler rested, a bored expression crossed his face as he balanced his blade on his fingure. He yawned. A constant drip came to his ears,<br/>"Soon i'll rule the angel's so called heaven, then i'll get some peace. " He grabed the hilt of his sword and threw is across the room. It hit the drop and rammed into the wall. He stepped off his throne and walked down the steps, candles lit the way. His eyes flashed red at the thought of war.