The dretch, which had arrived there out of luck, pure and simple, drops to its knees, and bows down before him. The vrock seems a little slower, but, seeing the dretch, a notably stupid creature, make its choice, it follows suit, dropping to one knee. "Very well... I will serve you."<br/><br/>Elsewhere in the citadel, more and more demons are starting to come to their senses, their bloodlust and blind hatred starting to run out, surrendering left and right. Not all of them, though, by a large margin; many still think they have a chance of getting to the heart of the citadel, and striking down the lord therein.