Draiss turned back to the cultist, a bored look on his muzzle. "Details, cultist, details. You are the first to summon me since my rise to greater demon lord status, and I crave entertainment. And if this army of yours is not what you have it cracked up to be, you will be on the altar right next to the woman. Though your words so far offer promise of sufficient entertainment. So please, continue."<br/><br/>He had a couple hundreds of demons, both the normal and the 'improved' versions, that he could pitch into this if he felt it was necessary, and was checking the threads of Fate, seeing what was really going on.