Now he just needs a number of mortal followers to match, and it'll be as if he worked his way to this position.<br/><br/>As the battle finally ends, his two commanders, the balor and the marilith, make their way back to the throne room. Kammy's body was covered head to toe in blood and demon bits, and she had a massive grin on her face, panting heavily. "In all my years, I don't think I've ever expended so many resources. I almost feel... tired," she says, laughing, shaking her head to rid herself of some of the weariness she refuses to acknowledge. Ash, on the other hand, looks worse for wear. She, too, is crimson-colored, though unlike the balor, some of it is hers. Her weapons are chipped and nicked in places, but she's definitely larger than she was, easily bigger than even Kammy. She doesn't take, just looks quite satisfied, looking over the new troops, gathered in the room with them. "So, what's next, boss? Or would you rather take a break, with the two of us?" Kammy asks, laughing.