He stared at them, still perched atop the remade throne, his Sivridut, still bloody, dripping onto the seat. "And when, pray tell, have I ever acted like here? Rape, oppression, the opposite of my usual actions."<br/><br/>He let them explain, though he would cut them off if anyone else entered the castle. The constructs had finished their sweep of the town, rather brutally taking apart several demons, before heading back to one of the staging areas for their next assignment, his eight bodyguard death squads heading back to him. The barrier keeping mortals out of the castle dissolved, and he flipped his helm up, making him look like a more filled out, powerful version of the constructs that had been clearing out the city. It would still take time for them to get here, but by then, him and the others should be long gone. "I put you two in charge of the demons to keep them OUT of the material plane. The demons are going to be shock troops for the final battle. And while the actions here are definitely going to add more to the line, the loss of allies from the same actions is going to be significantly worse."