Draiss was staring at the map, noting that all the planes had 'collapsed,' for want of a better term, into a single massive landmass. "Less snark, my divine familiar, that is my job. Lord of Limbo merely sounds pretentious, until I actually make it mean something. Demon Lord, however, immediately means nasty, evil, and chaotic, so be nice, and you might only lose a couple of your female relatives if they are bored. And you are very lucky.<br/><br/>However, lessee, about six thousand miles to a side, mostly circular except for a few large outcroppings. So about... a bit more than 28.25 million square miles."<br/><br/>He hummed to himself, before bringing up a map of the location of his six dead planes, and hummed again, before manipulating the map. "Yeah, about 440 million square miles of controlled land territory, if you include the dead planes the shadow stalkers are strip mining. The four without an atmosphere will be strip mined, while the two with one will be tacked onto the edges of this area, if possible. And if not possible, reseeded with life, sealed and put through a time dilution to speed it up. Another project, whee."<br/><br/>He shook his head, before poking Nadriina in the back. "So yes, I will need that Demon Lord title, for the basic chaotic evil troop supplies and whatnot. I already have a cult of CE and NE ollowers, need to keep them happy. Most of the summons they did were lesser demons, and those were almost all turned into the new outsiders. The succubi and incubi mostly stayed the same, so they won't be short the fun demons at least."<br/><br/>His mind was already working on the idea of maxing out the time passing on the two atmospheric planes, and sealing them off after tossing some basic building blocks of life into it, and letting things just happen for twenty or forty years.