Draiss sighed, in annoyance, before pulsing his Demon Lord power, and snarling the order aloud. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">THIS IS GREATER DEMON LORD DRAISS, ALL DEMONIC FORCES, WITHDRAW TO THE PORTALS NOW! DEMON LORD DRAISSIN IS HEREBY RELIEVED OF COMMAND, AND OF HIS HEAD. DEMONS NOT MOVING TO THE PORTALS IN FORTY FIVE SECONDS ARE GOING TO BE SOLD TO THE DEVILS FOR SLAVERY AND TRAINING. NOW MOVE YOUR WORTHLESS, DEMONIC ASSES, BEFORE I PUT ALL OF YOU INTO THE BLOOD WAR FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY.</span>"<br/><br/>He immediately teleported into the throne room, right in front of the aspect, and leaned forward, power blazing around him, before firmly slamming his foot into the aspect's crouch, the female that had been riding him displaced to the side of the throne. "Get. Up. Now."<br/><br/>He stepped back, and materialized all of his weapons and items, his armor slowly spreading out from tears in the skin, which looked excruciatingly painful, but were not even noticed. "You just challenged me. I was going to let you live, even step you up past being technically below Kammy and Ash to being their equals. But apparently, you failed to remember that I created you."<br/><br/>He glared at the aspect, its form suddenly seeming to flow like hot wax, its nerves coated with the most acidic substance he knew of, its body feeling like it was in VX-nerve gas. It lasted only for a heartbeat, before Draiss took his stance, having already stripped the ability for the aspect to run. "Get up, or be butchered like the dretch you are."