Draiss purged the body of his influence, making the corpse just that of a 'normal' magic wielding balor. The official cover story was going to be a greater aspect went a little nuts, got a bit too much into its role, and got put down after multiple attempts to get it to back off. Of course, the mortals had heard him bellowing the orders to the demons, so they knew someTHING had been there, along with the exceptionally strong constructs. He stayed perched, the body where it had fallen, the head and a good portion of its spine lying in its own gore a short distance from the body. He stayed perched on the throne, letting them enter, taking in the body, the lack of damage to the throne room, and his own lack of apparent damage, as well as the shield emblem on his right shoulder. While they didn't have the best view of it, they had seen enough of the holy symbols on the two constructs that had held them back, and should be able to guess he was another. "Mortals, this was an internal affair. Choice was taken, and so it has been given it back. Those that were broken have been removed to a haven for those similar. So the Archdragon has ordered, so it came to be. End of Line."<br/><br/>He stood up smoothly, far smoother than any mortal could, but his construct's could get close. He jumped down, landing on the corpse like it was the trash it was, and flipped the Sivridut to its resting position, back behind his arm, the blades to the ground, the weighted end up past his shoulder, one that indicated he wouldn't fight unless they forced the issue.