The hex keeping Zaeroses silent had finally broken. Such powers, like any affliction, could only effect an angel for so long before thier bodies became immune to it, which seldom took any longer than an hour, and such a powerful spell required to do so would likely mean the sacrifice of a great deal of power on behalf of the one casting the spell, at least for a while. His glowing white eyes locked onto this new demon. She had another prisoner, though Zaeroses didn't recognize any others, since he had been unable to see them when they were all together. But Zaeroses did note something. He had been able to feel the Queen's power, specifically when he heard her speak and felt her touch one of his wings. His eyes narrowed. He wondered whether or not to tell these other two demons that this one was allowing the purple skinned demoness to believe she was the Queen, or if he should let them continue. Allowing this blonde one to decieve so would be an unusual decision for the angel, but at the same time, it was an opportunity to, perhaps, learn about the other two.<br/><br/>He watched, though the expression on his face would tell anyone who cared to look that he knew<em>something</em>about the blonde demoness that she probably intended to keep a secret. That secret being that she was, essentially, posing as the Queen of the second layer. To an extent, it was actually amusing. At that thought, Zaeroses looked to the man who had just been gagged by the 'Queen,' observing him. The angel wasn't quite sure what the man was, but he wasn't human. He didn't seem to be terribly afraid at the time, though that could have been an act. If so, it was a smart one. Demons enjoyed fear. Zaeroses was lucky. To angels, fear was impossible, so long as there was valor in heaven, it would remain if the heart of them all. He looked back to the blonde demoness, frowning a little bit. If she wasn't the Queen, but the purple skinned one believed contrary, then what was her relationship to the demon Queen? The mysteries of Hell were strange...