Sabrael makes a point of making her arrival as flashy and dramatic as one might expect; the portal from the Heavens opens up horizontally, high in the sky, and a brilliant beam of light slashes down, flooding the area under it, as the heavenly host descends into the Abyssal landscape. Two-hundred and eighty-seven angels descend from above, with Sabrael, apparently twenty feet tall, with a wingspan nearly twice that, magnificent and terrible to look upon. The angels Advance towards the fortress, finally setting foot down on the Abyssal soil, right in front of the gate entrance. The herald steps forward, to announce their intention, and the demons are, despite the warning,<em>very</em>clearly on edge.<br/><br/>"In the name of Sabrael, Archangel of the First of the Heavens, we come to seek audience with the Archdemon, Draiss Arcaniss, in his personal sanctum, under the banner of truce! There shall be no blood spilled upon this day, except by treachery." Thirty minutes of formalities and the required shouted insults from the demons, and the angels make their way up to Draiss' throne room, Sabrael leading the way, offering a bow, before Draiss' throne, a gesture that sends quite a a ripple of murmurs, through both the assembled angels and demons. She stands again, and smiles. "Hello, again, Draiss. Care for another game?" Her eyes twinkle, as she asks, and even a mortal could see that this isn't the only reason she came, today... but it's the only reason she'll give, for now. Clearly, she knows something he doesn't.