"The prime material plane, Tis a sprawling garden; a garden ripe with flesh." ATroxica said at the talk of material worlds needing gods. The pale creature of just short of rubbing its hands together and salivating at the idea of pristine worlds to rend apart and reform according to its own twisted visions.<br/><br/>Atroxica snuggled against it's lovers chest. Forbidden One's appreciation of prettyboy's skills saved the lesser man from even more public shaming.  The whole thing was as much about letting The Forbidden One have a moment of complete power over Prettyboy, as it was about the slave's skills.<br/><br/>Aerophobos has some additions to make to the pact. They were acceptable, but together the other deamon lords were covering all the usual methods of subversion. One would hope that  keeping track of acceptable ways to screw your allies over wouldn't be necessary, but in reality it was quite important. Also it was fun.  The important thing now would be not getting caught, and with Vholdran around that was not easily done. That was all just conjecture though. After all they had known each other for almost a whole half hour and hadn't made mortal enemies yet.<br/><br/>"Terms like these are sturdy enough to serve as the gallows but flexible enough to serve as the rope as well. We are amused and feel inclined to accept the conditions laid out before us" Atroxica said as everyone discussed the forming of their pact.<br/><br/>The noise drew the attention of Atroxica and it's entourage.  It wasn't sure if it should be alarmed or not. "Do your own servants raise to much clatter, Lord Vholdran?  Maybe Lord Methu was not too hasty to speak of uninvited guests after all. . ."<br/><br/>OOC: Dont have access to my normal wordpad so no colors just yet.