"Michael came here and did<em>what</em>?" Berith asked with an unnatural calm voice. Unnatural only to a demon who is used to get his orders shouted at. It made Sral, one of the minor demons in Berith's legion feel rather uneasy.<br/><br/>"K-killed e-everyone at the j-j-j-j-judgement place"<br/><br/>Berith stood up from his from his throne...well that is...he merely hovered as his feets were just shades in the light of the lava streams. Berith decided to let them flow trough his throne room, he thought it was nice and decorative. The eyes on his arms focused on Sral again, while the one in his head seemed without focus, glancing at somethimg far away. Berith thought...not about his next action, but about where to put all of his anger into. His eyes fixed on Sral the little demon.<br/><br/>"Don't fear...i won't kill you." Berith said breaking out in evil laughter. "But you will spend the next two hour picking flowers, cuddling bunnies and bathing...."<br/><br/>"Can i choose the killing thing instead?"<br/><br/>"Oh i will kill you...when you're of no use anymore...but now...activate every demon of my legions, search Tara for pure souls! I don't even want anyone that says bless you after sneezing alive!"<br/><br/>So he did it...Michael decleared war. but a pure soul could be senced. If he or whoever helped him getting here was still there he'd be crushed... Aside of this Tara needs a cleaning badly... Demons and Human grew weak. It was time for Berith to take actions he would again make cruel kings. Form armies of people murdering for gold, but most of it, he would show the angles their rightful place. Yet he needed help and there were few powerful enough to offer any to Berith.<br/><br/>On his way Berith sneezed.<br/><br/>"Bless you!"<br/><br/><em>Fwoosh</em>A burned corpse fell to the ground.<br/><br/>"Kill the pet, we have no time to fool around with the human. Michael has come here and he took our prey. We could already be infested with angles...and i want to spill there blood."<br/><br/>It were only eyes that appeared first. Eyes and darkness, Berith had no need for a solid form, it was easier and much more efficient to be without it. Sadly the one he went towas a soft demon. He actually seemed to care for human.  Only the though of it made Berith want to puke. Still he was one of the most powerful demons, one of the three. Lucifer trusted him, and he had power, enough power to help wipe out the angles and thus grand him to go and hunt down those who hided in the wastelands.<br/><br/>Berith stepped out of the darkness soaking it inside his body, trying to ignore what Azazel did with that woman. "You with me,<em>Azazel</em>?"