Patience.

N'Jal had taught the demon lord patience.

Nosdyn stepped out of the carriage once they arrived and he looked around. Xaliel. The demon city. It was all bullshit to him. He would change it all, the training he received in Alerar's Ettermire had prepared him for that exact moment. Zieg was away on a mission, they'd carefully planned and prepared. The demon general would be alone that day. He looked at Denethal. "Is it all ready?" Nosdyn asked.

Denethal nodded. "Everything is in place."

Nosdyn looked at the gates of Xaliel for a moment. "It has all come down to this."

"He think you are coming to pledge allegiance to him." Denethal said.

"Fools. All of them." Nosdyn responded. "Our demon army will be the stuff of legends. The stuff legends are made of." He turned to look at his friend. "Our forces are in place lock the city when it happens."

Nosdyn had been carefully placing the trap in place. They were going to get rid of Demon King Aidos. They were going to kill the past. Nosdyn was ready for his destiny. He knew he could fall. He was ready to take the king with him. N'Jal had prepared the demon lord for his destiny. The very moment he had been raised and trained for. His concubines were ready, his soldiers were ready, his agents on the inside were ready. He looked at Denethal once more. "It is time my old friend. You know what to do." With that, Nosdyn began to walk slowly towards the audience chamber.

Denethal was on the move, and a few moments later the entire city was in lock down and the demon king's army was held hostage by undead.

He would be completely alone for the slaughter.

The gates of Xaliel were soon closed, shut out from the outside world.

Nosdyn held the city hostage.

He walked forward with his eyes narrowed to the king's chambers. His glowing amber eyes, full of hate and anger.

The rage N'Jal had taught him.

He entered the king's chamber. The old fool was sitting on his throne. "Ah Nosdyn. You have come to join my forces then I take it?"

(Nosdyn's thoughts in italics) What a fool he is. He doesn't know he is trapped in his own city. Nosdyn readied his prevalida weapon as he walked forward. "You old fool." Nosdyn began. "I've come to kill you and take what's yours."