<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Dallas_DevilLord.jpg/539px-Dallas_DevilLord.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">A moment earlier, he was seated on his throne made from cinderock and the bones of his kin. The interconnected dimensions of the great hells -- sometimes called Oblivion -- are in constant madness, where demon-kind of various breeds war and scheme amongst each other for control as a 'Prime Evil'. However, even if a Prime Evil is enthroned, it would be inevitable that demons would seek to usurp that power for themselves. Drath'tor was a unique demon in that he realized that victory over his kind, alone, would be ultimately hollow. <br/><br/>Unrivaled power over his kind would require outside sources. With that, no other demons would be able to contend with his. His power is often fueled into manipulating careless mortals in the prime world to form a pact with him. An incident he recalls with satisfaction was possessing a man in Asteria to rape a certain elven priestess. Yet, Drath'tor still gains little when those who form such a coven often fail to stay alive for long. It is some debate among mortals if Drath'tor created vampirism in one of these pacts, as sometimes a covenant with a demon can transform a being and grant them some of the powers of their fiendish patron. Vampires being the sexual creatures that they are, it wouldn't be a surprise. The amusing part is that Drath'tor himself doesn't even remember if he was the first to do this or not.<br/><br/>He first considered the strange voice suddenly in his head before smiling. This must be what it is like for mortals that he would whisper to convince them to sin against others. It was both annoying and amusing in a chaotic roundabout way. More than anything, it was interesting. To communicate with it would be an odd sensation indeed. It was clearly at odds with the summoner. The voice as seemingly vestigial and sinister that he could swear he recognized, but yet had never heard.<br/><br/><em>Who are you? <strong>What</strong> are you?</em> He directed intent to the voice in his mind.<br/><br/>His attention then refocused on Irelia. <br/><br/><em>So, it was <strong>you</strong> who summoned me here?</em> He thought to himself. <em>You think to command me? <br/><br/>Amusing.</em><br/><br/>Her arrogance had given him a unique situation that others of his kind wouldn't get under normal circumstances. After taking in his surroundings, his thoughts peeled away from the strange voice and drifted back to his vain summoner's instruction. He sauntered toward the wardrobe for a moment to amuse himself, feigning as if considering the order given to him. A toothy grin streaked across his devilish visage as his gaze turned back to her and the necklace.<br/><br/>"You are quite bold to summon one of <em>my</em> kind to this place, 'Goddess'..." he hissed, his voice dripping with a rather sadistic delight. His eyes flaring with a recognition for opportunity, he suddenly lunged for her in a blinding stride to pin her to the couch. <br/><br/>"... If not foolish!" he howled as his talons snapped at the necklace with the intent of ripping it free from her soft throat. He might benefit in taking it for himself, or at least deny her of whatever boon it provided. His eyes took in the shape of her body, it was similar to that of a mortal elf with more generous proportions. Her body looked delicious.<br/><br/>"I am Drath'tor, 'Goddess'. I obey <em>no one</em>!" <br/><br/>"<em>You</em>, however, might scream my name as if I am a God to you," taunted the fiend.<br/><br/><em>I serve no one. <strong>You</strong> will serve <strong>me</strong>... or perish utterly!</em><br/><br/></span>