She grinned. "No promises from me; after all, controlling a horde of demons is much more like trying to direct the tide or herd cats. Your best success is just getting them pointed in the right direction, and there<em>will</em>be collateral damage."<br/><br/>Unless pressed, his constructs will decline to discuss what activities they got up to, in the last week.<br/><br/>He didn't have to go far out into the Eternal Battlefield, before his craft started taking fire, rather literally, from troops of demons. One even dared to try to teleport inside the ship, as it flew along. It likely wouldn't impede their movement by much, but it was a solid sing that the Blood War was nowhere near ending.<br/><br/>He'd eventually make his way down to the second layer of Hell, on his way towards Dispater's fortress... which looked pretty much identical to how it looked when he left. Not a huge surprise, to be honest; how does one improve upon perfection?