<br/>Methu's demand for apology upset Atroxica more than it did Jerion. The Whore wasn't even sure it accepted the satyr-like demon lord as Jerions equal, much less it's own. "Naysay you upon my retainers? Tis perhaps too lofty a vision you have of yourself."  It said, more unamused than angry.<br/><br/>The arrival of the others brought much to ponder. The woman, if she could be called that was a puzzle indeed, but the male pointed out The Whore's own banality while encompassing a different one on it's own.<br/><br/>"Jerion, give the Lord an apology for the offense you caused to him."  Atroxica reluctantly commanded of her servant. It had been ready to meet the other drmon lord's threat with force of it's own but the dark one reminded Atroxica of how negatively it viewed demonkind for their inability to evolve beyond seeing who can throw around the most weight.<br/><br/><em><strong>"I'm so sorry you got offended. . .  It was a poor jest on my part. "</strong></em>Both of the twins said at the same time.  They decided the Satyrs massive pectoral muscles still made him worth looking at if nothing else.<br/>"Lord Vholdran, did you time it so that each guest would arrive in ascending order of freakish eccentricity? Were the guest list bigger we'd have theoretical concepts showing up soon." One of them said, before the other continued, "Were the guest list bigger we'd have theoretical concepts showing up soon."<br/><br/>"Tis a grand idea, Ghost of Swan! " Atroxica said. Jerion's mention of theoretical concepts as beings got its mind reeling into how it might make such a thing. What would a good theoretical concept be, social darwinism perhaps?   "Survival of the fittest could feast upon it's own tulmescent form for it regenerates stronger for it's autocanibalist habit"