Draiss snorted, and then shook his head. "By being the baddest and meanest one there. That I also have a simulation room what allows for one to go in and vent their frustrations however they need also helps. Two simple rules also enforce the peace, no means stop, nothing else, and no striking each other outside the simulation room. Only Kamariel, the balor I managed to accidentally bind to myself, has pushed those rules, though she did so with me, which kept it local. After that, she was rather... submissive for a few hours after I corrected her. Had to redo the simulation room because of it, but she liked it."<br/><br/>He did touch their minds, forming a group discussion.<em>I need your opinion on this image. I found it after revisiting my memories about the fight immediately before my ascension. Other than myself and the blackguard, no one else knows. I would like to keep it that way.</em><br/><br/>He sent them the image he had spotted the two forms fighting right before the Marilith put four of her swords through his back, making it impossible for him to keep the already malfunctioning ritual circle from going critical. He played the memory slowly, almost instant by instant, and paused it as the second form was thrown free of the first, which he couldn't identify due to the glare and the pain of the strikes. He showed them the figure as it righted, and ignited two balls of flame, one in each hand, through they both had an impossibly dark core to them both. He knew the face on the second form, even the attack, as both of them were his.