A few hours later...

Nosdyn approached the chosen site of the meeting. Wind came in from the west, Nosdyn looked off in that direction for a moment. He could see various ghosts of his past. The ghosts of Ettermire, and her cursed children. Nosdyn hated Ettermire and what she stood for, but he focused on the task at hand. Ettermire had trained him into a hardened leader. He walked upright his cloak dancing with the wind. He wore his traditional leather outfit but it was decorated with the symbols of demon house Krotar. The stylized "K" was visible on his leather vest. His large muscles were bulging with tension. He smelled fear and something else from the gathered group of demons.

They thought he was alone. Good... He clenched his large fists tightly. He had blue skin, and amber glowing eyes his eyes stared coldly forward. He saw a small group of about twenty demons. Including the lord that had been their contact in Xaliel. He kept a respectable pace away from the gathered demons. The thought passed through his mind once more. This generation of demons are soft... He looked around. He noticed holes in their security, holes his people would exploit. Ettermire had trained him well, N'Jal had trained him well. His amber toned eyes narrowed to thin slits as he looked at the other demon lord.

"You have summoned me?" He asked calmly.

Demon lord Kruthex looked at Nosdyn with a poker face. "I see you have come alone as we asked."

Nosdyn nodded grimly. He was counting off the second until the chosen twenty minutes was up. "Speak." Nosdyn commanded speaking with authority by that point.

"We want to offer you a deal..." Kruthex began.

Right then, it was almost bitter sweet. Nosdyn's eye twitched. He recalled the various betrayals of Ettermire directly done on him and his people. The eye twitch was subtle, but it was there only trained followers of Nosdyn would have noticed it...the memories of Llukai's betrayal amongst various other situations passed his mind. His hands began to nervously clench and unclench. He was counting mentally. "...Then you are wasting your time." Nosdyn suddenly said. He'd had enough. Every betrayal every back stab, every lover who came at his throat save for his wife, his precious wife. Those came swarming back in his mind, haunting the old demon.

Kruthex frowned. "My lord I don't understand?" He asked they were prepared to offer Nosdyn a great deal.

But Nosdyn had been through too much, been set up too many times, been back stabbed once too often. He wasn't stupid he was a step ahead of them. They were soft and weak, pathetic excuses for that generation of demons. Kruthex spoke. "My lord our offer is quite..."

"Enough!" He yelled. Then Nosdyn attacked demon lord Kruthex....