Draiss smiled as the wizard got the message, and relaxed, returning to the more 'approachable' demon lord act. He would forgive it from his highest level demons, but the lower levels would respect his authority, or he would tear them apart personally and publicly. This one didn't even have that, hence why he got firmly reminded about that fact. Though most demons would have just killed him, but Draiss' earlier offer was still open.<br/><br/>Out of the city, he spent a couple hours setting up each of the twenty entry portals, specifically tuning each one to a particular balor, marilith, or other high ranking demon, using their true names and his personal demonic signature into the circles, so they would know it was him. The teams were currently being assembled and briefed, each team leader being told they would have to support a portal spell long enough for the rest of the demons to get through, which should take no more than twenty seconds for the nine other demons in each. The trap spell, however, took nearly ten hours just to get the most basic form of the ritual up, and it was dark already as he stopped, launching himself into the air, invisible, to get a better look. After a few minutes of flying back and forth, examining it from the air, he dropped a very simple illusion on it, which disguised exactly what was there, but not that there was something, though from the air it looked more like an abandoned irrigation ditch rather than a ritual circle. Done with that, he returned to the cultist's lair, nodding politely to the leader, a smirk on his muzzle, as if daring him to make Draiss have to make his earlier threat good, as he headed to his room. The next two days were spent out working on the circle, adding various touches, modifying it further, getting it ready for their guests, shifting eagerly in anticipation of sampling all the new flesh coming toward him.