<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tahariel</span></strong></div><br/>He remained calm and collected as the throne room around him moved.  It was almost as if he were meditating to ignore the other presences and stimuli he received.  Still, with every new demonic arrival a faint tingle ran down his spine, giving him faint goosebumps only briefly.  It wasn't fear, it was just a simple acknowledgement of the presence of another corrupted being.  The fear he did feel was somewhere deep within, a fear that those brief caresses of corrupted presence against his flesh might somehow seep inside of him and pervert his nature in some way.  He knew it was possible, and he knew the longer he stayed here the more likely it would become.<br/><br/>His eyes shifted from time to time when able to get a look at the other demons who arrived.  Their forms were as diverse as they were strangely beautiful, though it was a beauty borne of raw sexuality and desire.  Their form was lust, and given enough time they could draw it out of anyone--or so he thought.  He knew none of them would directly address him so he remained silent, quietly observing the proceedings around him.  It seemed that the Queen was receiving her gifts, and that they meant to make him one of those gifts, though the one responsible for his capture had not stepped forward to boast over him.<br/><br/>He watched as the shapely, purple legs of Erato moved in his direction, only to pivot next to him and place a hand on his head.  At the touch his bound wings twitched uncomfortably.  Was he being claimed by this succubus?  He didn't know, but he remained seated just the same, waiting to see what would become of him.  His eyes shifted around the room slowly, wondering what the reaction of the others would be.