Krathen smiled at his slutty daughter, quite pleased with her lustful attitude. She truly did take after her father. Still, she would probably have to learn to restrain her urges at some point. After all, Krathen's own lust was probably even stronger than hers, more so than anyone truly knew, since he almost never completely let himself go, but he still managed to focus on the task at hand. She would have to learn to do the same some day.<br/><br/>As the troops marched towards Outlook, Krathen noticed an attack on the ridge, which even now was beginning to collapse, taking with it several demons and a few siege weapons. The siege weapons and the demons guarding them were spread out far enough that it would take a long time to get them all, but still, this was a bit of an annoyance. Krathen was about to raise his hand to order a detachment from the main force to go and slaughter the fey, when he peered closer and caught sight of the nymph leading the attack.<br/><br/>As Krathen stared at the gorgeous, tattooed nymph, his face broke into a huge grin. "Lieutenant, maintain the current plan, and take charge of the main force for a bit. I will deal with this one personally." The Demon Lord now took to the air, soaring across the battlefield towards Aersilae, and landing only twenty feet from her position, letting his aura wash over her as he casually strolled towards her. "Well, well, well... small world isn't it. How long has it been my dear? Four years now? How have you been my sweet Aersilae?" he asked playfully, consciously turning up his aura and focusing the full brunt of it on the nymph, practically smothering her in his lust.