<br/><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;"><br/><br/><em>Drath'tor Crossroads</em><br/></span><hr/><br/>Drath'tor's hulking frame shrugged at the woman. Annoyed at the feeling of being pressed by the human woman. He didn't have time to waste, however. Goddesses in other realms awaited him.<br/><br/>"I will accept... this challenge, then," Drath'tor chortled, turning his back on her before slipping back into the portal to return to the crossroads.<br/><br/>If anything, it was something of a relief that that tutor voice had shut up since he was last here. But there was something else, now. His return to the Crossroad domain suddenly pulled at his very being, as if his essence were bound to this place. It felt decidedly more personal, if a bit drab. There was power and freedom to be had to make this realm his own. Currents of energy in a cascade of colors whirling over a blanket of stars, all floating above the disk flooring that he stood upon. Aside from the wayportal to the other realms, the energy could be tapped like a mine pick to a fresh vein of ore.<br/><br/>This was<em>his</em>world to reshape as he saw fit. A new Oblivion...<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>Even<em>better</em>.<br/><br/>This was Drath'tor's realm now. No other fledgling demonlings or annoying stygian to try to scheme his throne. Why not stay and build upon this world for a while? Drath'tor reached outward, warping the energy currents, harnessing his dream to create long shackled by the hells of being put on a shelf with none to appreciate.<br/><br/>First, in the center, a thick foundation -- a gnarled spire of obsidian and ebony, finely detailed. The tower stretched it's way to pierce into the star-filled celestial infinity above. Attached to it formed a first room, the main hall sealed by towering double doors of stone. A throne room to follow that. Stairs winding up now, pieces of stone and blocks of metal spiraled and snapped into place, shaping a foundation for a "guest" chambers quarter. Then finally, his own quarters adjacent.<br/><br/>Smiling, Drath'tor took the currents and flung them back outward, releasing just as he lashed them like whips of chromatic cosmos. They continued to streak on their own, swirling about the new realm like dancing flames and neon lights.<br/><br/>There would be more to improve later. But he had invitations to personally deliver. The fiend took to the wayportal, to Vivi's domain.<br/><br/><hr/><em>Drath'tor accepts Mission: Deny 3 Orgasms in One Encounter. <br/>Drath'tor goes to Vivi's Palace.<br/>Dallas is still waiting on a shelf.</em>