"Damn right I am, and I have the power to make it immaterial regardless as to which way it goes. They will see us as saviors, or they will be cattle, to be used, consumed, and discarded as necessary. They are already possessions, the only questions is do they devolve further. Your constant insinuations, implying I do not have several millennia of experience at my very finger tips, from my legions, is beginning to wear my patience thin, never mind my own, personal experience since well before your family line stopped eating dirt and their own shit for sustenance. I have been exceptionally patient with you, especially since I have the power in this relationship between us, so unless you either have something constructive to add, or spend the rest of eternity as a dretch, I would, politely mind you, suggest you words with a bit more care, HUMAN."<br/><br/>He leaned forward, dropping the facade of civility he had maintained, reverting to the old demon standby of using terror to keep underlings in line, showing that the cultist's issues whenever they were conversing was starting to wear thin. Once the cultist realized that he was pushing Draiss' buttons, which should take no longer than six seconds, Draiss turned and left, teleporting out of the cultist's headquarters, outside the city, and began working on the mass summoning and the trap for the approaching army. The portals were going to be the easy part, the trap had to be a wave lashing out, over them, and he had to guesstimate where they were likely to mass up. The cultist leader was already dismissed from his mind, he would either get in line or end up drained to death by one of the succubus.