<strong>Torahime and Muramasa</strong><br/><hr/>"Your more beautiful, and powerful, in flesh and physically present than just in my visions Torahime. Make yourself comfortable, as I am awaiting some few more other demon lords, young like you, arrive today as well."<br/><br/>"Heh!  Yep, that's my Princess for you!  Her reputation really doesn't do her justice!"<br/><br/>"Thank you, Vholdran."  Compared to the impish, high-pitched voice of her sword, Torahime's voice was much more serene, her succubus heritage likely helping to add in the soft, pleasing tone it carried.  Still not speaking much, she elected to remain standing and kept her back to a nearby wall, though she did snag one of the fresh fish that her host had generously provided for her and begin biting into it.<br/><br/>There was a little trick that could be learned by those beings, like the sword-wielding succubus, who possessed some form of innate telepathic ability.  It took careful practice, but with a little effort, it was possible to turn a simple method of communication into a near-flawless method of detection, at least when it came to detecting those creatures that possessed working minds.  One simply had to be willing to reach out with one's own mind and listen, and one could detect not only the presence and location of all other minds within range, but also the rough levels of mental activity that they had going on, and even a vague idea of what type of creature the mind belonged to.  And thus, positioned as she was, the tiger-like demon lord was able to detect each of her fellow guests as they first approached the room, one by one.<br/><br/>The first to arrive after her was Methu the Imbiber, a minor minion of Graz'zt, the Dark Prince.  Admittedly, she didn't keep up on every little detail of Abyssal politics or bother to memorize the name of every would-be lord who had managed to get ahold of a little power, but this one in particular was rather noteworthy.  Originally a mortal satyr turned vampire, his conversion to the ranks of the Tanar'ri had been celebrated by a grand party that demons still spoke of with both fond words and foul ones to this day.  He was said to be a fiend with a great fondness for every variety of excess he could gain access to, and his appearance and actions were certainly both in keeping with that reputation.  Even standing on the opposite side of the room from the satyr-like creature, she was fairly certain that she would have little trouble detecting the powerful scents of alcohol and a truly staggering variety of drugs that seemed to be emanating from the minor lord.<br/><br/>The next demon to enter the room after him was rather recognizable, as well.  A beautiful being of indeterminate gender created by Orcus, Demon Prince of the Undead and one of Graz'zt's chief rivals, the so-called Whore of Lachrymosa had been one of his chief consorts for a time.  Now that it was freed from that particular relationship, it was said that there were many in the Abyss who attempted to court its favor, both to strike a blow against its former lover and due to the wondrous gifts of power it was said to be able to bestow upon those that interested it.  Certainly, from the look of that massive, well-muscled knight that stood by its side and faithfully escorted it into the room, it seemed that the latter of the two rumors held some credibility.<br/><br/>The demon who entered after that was a being that Torahime did not recognize, and thus knew by neither name nor reputation.  Small but humanoid in shape, dressed in strange, shifting clothing, and she spoke as though utterly unused to speaking...  She was a strange guest at an even stranger party, but the former succubus was sure that the seer had a good reason to invite her to stand with the rest of them.<br/><br/>Which just left the final member of the party, who apparently wished to make a fashionably-late arrival onto the scene...