<em>Only if they resist beyond when the intelligent would have stopped. Just stir them around a bit, keep them from organizing. Heading up to the palace after my selections, officially take over.</em><br/><br/>Draiss made his rounds through the mortals, smirking slightly, though he didn't wait for the grumbling to spread, blurring toward the first one to hiss in displeasure at his choices, a Hezruo, grabbing it by the face, and then expertly flipping it over before slamming its head into the ground hard enough to embed its head into the ground. "The next ones that grumble get to enjoy the Blood War. Unless, of course, you would like to challenge me instead?"<br/><br/>He waited a moment, before releasing the Hezrou, and looking around, before speaking in abyssal. "This world, this plane, is ours for the taking. This army and this city are ours, and with it, the foothold to adding another plane to the abyss. All of you were nothing before you joined mine, and all of you swore to obey me. This is the reward for obedience. However, if a mortal is more important than obedience, then you will be returned to what you were before you joined. Either get in line behind me, get out of the way, or be crushed under my heel. A nation is ours, with a single battle, with one destroyed demon, and with it, we have more than one hundred fifty thousands souls to use as we will. If you still can find reason to grumble from that, then there are a hundred thousand demons for each of you, who will not grumble, eager to take your place among the elite, the first to truly spoil and ravage a plane in countless millennia."<br/><br/>He paused and looked over the demons, daring one of them to take him up on the offer to challenge him. "This plane is but the first, despite the set back the gutless bastards of angels that forced back the plans by a mere decade, by using mere trickery. Now, we have served notice, that the legions of the Great Demon Lord Draissin will bear no more insults. Now is OUR time, and the multiplanarverse will scream in terror, knowing that, eventually, it will be ours."<br/><br/>He glanced behind him removing a hundred humanoid women from the ten thousand, mostly elves but with a smattering of dwarves and humans, as well as two griffons, a pegasus, and all the dragons, though the later were just marked with his aspect's symbol as being his property. "Now, my minions, FEAST."