The descent to Hell is easy...

Deathbelle spoke again, asking Dea where she would fit best in the empire. The demonic woman knew what she meant, how would she benefit them, but she gave a warm smile. It was painted darkly on her face, though it was hard to find an expression on Dea that wasn't tainted. "I was made for fighting and strategy." While she wasn't normally one to boast, the smile on her face said she quite enjoyed tearing others apart and watching her plans come together. "My current status notwithstanding, I would like to find a niche here in that skillset." When Archon spoke, Dea's smile turned sweeter, and she waved her tail.

"I believe you." She said simply, though there was more within her words that carried weight. This was a test of her faith and her ability, she wasn't daft. This was meant to see what her resolve was, and it was meant to strengthen her. She feared it would come between herself and Archon, though she tried not to dwell in that particular realm of her mind for now. Best to entertain that notion on her own.