Draiss was simply perched on the top of the cum and blood covered throne, idly toying with ideas on how best to destroy it. It had absorbed a frightful amount of magic during its use as a fucking station, before deciding to go the simple route, and was in the process of shredding it as effectively as a hungry lion would a rabbit. He looked up, as the two demoness enter, rage flickering across his face, though he quickly dropped it, before turning his attention back to the contaminated throne. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't confine both of you to the domain for the next millennia?"<br/><br/>He stayed floating in the air as the throne was destroyed, a replica appearing where it had been to conceal the cover up a bit better.