Ceres snorted, nonplussed at the sight. "Well, at least you're forthright and honest enough to flat-out say that you're a demon."<br/><br/>Moving around the bed, she raised an eyebrow at the barely-open armoire in the corner, and, moving to it, she looked over the contents for a mere second, then shrugged, her wingtips twitching slightly. "So, seeing as how your 'position' here has been rather abruptly eliminated, what should we do in regards to this development?"<br/><br/>She smiled slightly, moving to lean against the windowframe, and keeping a sharp eye on the Succubus. "Now, in all honesty, you didn't come here ~just~ to kill one person and brag about it. Care to show off what else you claimed, either in the course of valuables, or knowledge, though, to be blunt, both would be best for your long-term well-being."<br/><br/>Down below, in the bowels of the fortress, the last group of Soldiers, all elites that had been hand-picked by their commanders for the great battle against the scaled menace finished girding themselves with what remained of their stockpile of specialty equipment. A full half had pulled masks over their heads, filters in the enchanted helms working to clear the air before it reached their lungs. The other half, all equally large and burly men, proven in battle against bandits before they joined the members of the fort donned Wolfs-headed cloaks, the white furs supposedly capable of protecting them from the chill grip of winter, regardless of how unprotected they'd normally be.<br/><br/>The men formed up into two lines, each armed with a large shield, and a heavy sword or axe, and began marching slowly up the steps to the floors above, loudly Chanting "Death to the Interlopers! Slay the Beasts!"