Where Do Your Demons Hide?

It was promptly after meeting, and he had not given them long to think at all. Those that were willing to rise in war would do so, those that contemplated it would only mean they would back out at the last minute. he had no time for those that lacked commitment. This was a war game; only the willing would play, and he knew that, and he openly accepted it.

The demon stood in a massive field, his body atop a minor slope in the land, he looking to stand even more above them than his natural stature allowed him. Tail writhed and turned and the imperatoor raised his muzzle and demanded they come. He had put them near a source of water so that wounds would be addressed as quickly as possible. He was going to train them all. make them all as vicious as he could; but none would attain his level, of this he was certain. He did not seek to make mongers out of Valhalla's populace, but he did expect to make something worthwhile. He did expect to make them want to fight for their things. They had lived in the obvious nature of things that they could have whatever. Now, they had someone telling them different. They needed to learn how to take back their rights, for they would always face opposition. Always.