Draiss nodded, and looked up as the plane rocked again, as another section of his abyssal holdings slammed into this one, merging with it. "Very well, you got your result. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go see what is left, I kind of needed that title of Demon Lord."<br/><br/>He stood up, and headed to the command center in his domain, erasing the board before he went. The angels could find their own way out, and he had more pressing things to deal with than being polite. It was fairly amusing for them, no doubt, pulling a 'fast' one on a demon lord, and he would have to find some way to thank her for it later, after he had determined if that would be an assassination attempt, or a prank, based on the end results. He sat in his command chair, and simply let things unfold, though after the first hour had passed, his mood settled, and he decided on a vicious prank, likely seducing several of her daughters into his side. He put a couple death squad information gathering squads on that, before nodding to Nadriina, who had joined him soon after arriving, though him pulling her into his lap and running his hand down her back wasn't likely part of what she had expected, though he doubted she was going to complain. "I doubt any god has attempted to pull ten relatively self contained planes into their holding, and then took over the links leading into them to make it into practically a planar fortress."<br/><br/>He sighed, and then kissed Nadriina's neck, taking a report from the shadow stalker offering it, and perusing it twice, the second time with a slightly puzzled expression, and actually reading it. He hummed, before offering it to Nadriina. "Interesting, according to that most of my demons have changed into the outsider races I designed, though some stayed but seemed to have flash evolved. About equal numbers for all six groups."