Power and Change (Complete)

Crossing her legs, she weaved her fingers together. "First of all. You'll feel weaker on the human plane. There are rules that the different planes play by. On the human plane our body's become more or less human. That's why I can't where my regular armor there. It's near weightless on me here, but there...I wouldn't be able to move in it. Same goes for flying. Human bodies aren't meant to fly. So either you need air abilities like that dumbass Harkat, or you need seriously strong wings."

Her brows drew together as her piercing gaze met the scouts. "I have a question for you now." She paused tapping a finger against the back of her hand. "Are you disappointed? You wanted this so badly, yet... you seem...put out." Her eyes narrowed.

The warlord groaned. "You're so....human." The word came out in disgust. "That's the difference between you and Halizar. In his mind he was already a demon before I even gave him the power. He had the ambition and the iron will. You're soft and you're weak, and even with these powers you would never make it here."

She tipped her head back, staring down her nose at the scout. "Whatever you hoped to gain from this obviously failed. You still have every emotion you did beforehand. How do you expect to survive if you still 'care'. You don't want to hurt that monk? Then he's going to kill you. Do you really think he's going to let you survive when he realizes what you are? Or that bear. She'll slaughter you once she realizes and she's not one to be taken lightly in a fight."

"Demons don't have friends. We don't have allies. Because as soon as you let your guard down you'll be hurt or killed. Trust and love don't exist. You better get that through your thick skull or you won't last a day." With a huff she finished her rant. She was speaking from experience. With the exception on Halizar every single person she had trusted or befriended had betrayed her. But even with her white haired companion it had taken nearly a century for their friendship to be realized. After all, much like her relationship with the dwarf, he had started off worshiping her.

The warlord raised a brow, the tiny smirk no leaving her face. "That's a pity really. Because emotions make you weak. No matter though." She stood finally, raising the massive stave and pointing it at the girl. "You will kill who I want."

In literally a blink of the eye she had disappeared from where she stood, reappearing behind the scout with the tip of her weapon brushing the girls back within the second. "You're in my domain. My plane, my kingdom; and I don't really like the way you're talking to me." Des didn't think the girl really understood who she was talking too. She had spent way to much time on the human plane playing the victim to the scout, weak and oh so powerless. But here, here was oh so different. On so many occasions she had wished she could stand before Wildgard at full power. They wouldn't stand a chance.

The warlord lowered her weapon with a snort. "At least you know when to stop talking." Stepping around the girl, Des frowned. "You take me far to lightly." She narrowed her eyes, a smile slowly crawling onto her face. "I'm going to show you exactly who I am. And do feel free to retell what you are about to see when we return to the human plane."

"Follow me." Whirling around, the demon walked across the throne room entering a different flight of stairs leading up and expecting the girl to follow. The flight of stairs was endless and a regular human would have tired less then half way, but a demon was different. After finally reaching the top, the warlord glanced behind her to make sure the girl was following her.

They stepped out onto a stone platform. This was the uppermost spire of the palace, miles off the ground. Earlier the girl had gotten a glance of the city, but on the opposite side of the castle....was the army encampment. It was massive, miles and miles of land occupied with small buildings and training arenas, tents and high walls that spanned far into the red distance. Demons teamed the area, both on the ground and in the air. "There are nearly twenty thousand soldiers camped here. At the palace that I took from Obareon when I killed him there are another ten thousand."

She lay her clawed hand on the scouts shoulder. "Think of the power that it takes to command that many demons." She paused, glancing at the scout with narrowed eyes. "Now think about who commands them."

"Well, maybe I'm looking to change that." The demon growled, eyes flashing as she turned around. "But either way. I'm YOUR warlord." Her piercing gaze met the scouts. "Try not to forget that when you speak to me the way you do. I could reclaim that power. Kill you easily."

With that she spun on her heal, heading back down the flight of stairs. "It's time we go back."