<strong>The Prince's Box:</strong><br/><br/>As the nervous imp carefully approached, having waddled his way over past the several feet between Asmodeous and Mnemosyne's viewing balconies, its overly large eyes were fixed directly on the goblet it held as if this would ensure that it did not accidentally spill a drop of the precious liquid within. Without waiting for permission or an invitation to enter her box, the imp approached her throne of pillows and stopped at Vetis's side. Head bowed and cup held high in shaking hands, the wine threatened to spill out at any moment.<br/><br/>Vetis's response was quick and immediate, blade drawn and resting against the imp's neck. It was only his Prince's small wave that prevented him from slicing off the unfortunate demon's head in one fluid motion. Murmured below his breath, he slowly removed the sharp edge of his blade. "You are fortunate that the Prince is letting you live to see another day..." The imp swallowed, fighting the urge to grasp at its neck and ensure that its head was truly still attached to its shoulders. Instead, it once again offered its cup to Mnemosyne.<br/><br/>"The D-Dream Prince s-sends wine a-and his, his condolences," it stammered, the wine practically spilling from its shaking hands.<br/><br/>Vetis plucked the glass from its hands, giving the pathetic little imp a look of undisguised distaste. "Tell your Prince that he has my thanks. I'm sure the Queen of Darkness would have liked to be here today." Hearing its dismissal, it quickly scampered back the way it came, never once looking back. Mnemosyne motioned for the cup, only to be met by Vetis's objections. "But, my Lady, it may be poisoned or spelled." He had been about to summon another to test for traces of treachery, yet she reached over languidly and swirled the glass lightly. "I doubt Asmodeous would be foolish enough to resort to poisoning my drink. Such a lowly tactic would be too straightforward and tactless for the Prince of Dreams." Catching the Dream Prince's eye, she tipped her cup in a small toast before taking a sip from it.<br/><br/>"Besides, with you by my side it would take more than a bit of poison to rid the throne of me. Would it not?" Vetis, the Demon of Corruption, was one of the many that Mnemosyne had been sent to dispatch of. The Queen of Darkness herself was mildly surprised when her apprentice returned with a pet in tow. A pet without a collar and leash for that matter. While many rumors claimed that the handsome demon was merely biding his time, waiting for his chance at the throne, they were not that far off the mark. Respect, fear, and power held Vetis to her...but Mnemosyne knew that if she ever showed a hint of weakness before him, he would be one of the first to turn his blade against her.<br/><br/>The presence of another alerted the both of them, Vetis bowing slightly before he excused himself to stand guard at her balcony's entrance. Mnemosyne took another sip of her newly procured wine, eyes steadily watching the fights before them. "Hmm, I'm sure that none shall entertain you for long, much less live up to your high expectations. For all cower before the might of the Great General, do they not?" She stayed seated as she was, sprawled comfortably upon her makeshift 'throne'. Before, when she was still her Queen's apprentice, she would have done as Vetis had. Bowed and paid her respects before stepping to the side. Now, the circumstances were different. New to the throne and human she may be, however they were deemed equals now. Perhaps not in strength or seniority, but certainly in rank.<br/><br/>She chuckled softly at the comment about the Arena Master. Yes, there certainly was no doubt in her mind that Balthazar kept a few select 'goods' to himself.<br/><br/>"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Eviscerating?"