"Guess I know why Death chose me." Morana picked at her nails, then looked up at Ved/Wrath. "Oh, and Wrath, honey?" She smirked. "You don't scare me, not one bit." Death wanted to talk, so she let him.
"IF YOU ALL WOULD STOP FIGHTING, PERHAPS WE COULD GET SOMETHING DONE." Death wasn't yelling, but somehow every word he spoke dropped into the conversation like lead. It would be practically impossible to ignore him; his voice seemed to go straight into your brain without passing through your ears.

Ved
He turned his attention to Nightmares and growled lowly.
"At least I'm fucking productive, the only thing you're good for is making kids piss their beds. People are efficient when their pissed, they make change. You ever hear of a cultural revolution because a couple of seven-year olds had a bad dream?"
He was almost known for how rude he was, which was in stark contrast to his host, who had grown to be one of the kindest most soft-spoken and gentle people he had ever met. His attention turned quickly back to Secrets, ignoring the comment from it's host and addressing him directly.
"Look prick, I've got half a mind to lock you in a cage with Pain, because you clearly don't know how to help us, otherwise you would have just freed yourself and left us all here to rot, so what's your game tight-lips?"

@hagroden
A smirk crossed Giffin's face. It wasn't the pleasant one he had greeted them with but a ver sinister smile. "I am quiet happy where I am. I chose my host for a good reason. He will keep whatever secrets I want him to. We have worked out a deal of sorts. I get play up here and gather secrets. He never has to be alone again or to suffer. I only told him why I know to get his agreement. He is the one who wanted to offer your host a way out. I couldnt careless what you do."

Ved
He eyes turned to death, he propped a leg on the table, and gently grabbed each side of her face, leaned in and whispered
"shutthefuckup."
He then turned his attention back to Secrets, and laughed loudly.
"Should we be surprised that you picked some bitch of a body that you can walk all over?"

Nathan would suddenly feel a rush. His eyes would shut and flash deep purple for a moment, Pain trying to seize control, Nathan would walk into the room slowly, seeing this, taking him off guard, Pain taking over as he growls toward Wrath "Sit down and shut your trap, Kid." Pain being several hundreds years older than Wrath (@hagroden), his eyes flicking to his legs, forcing the vessels legs to weaken under his body weight, causing him to fall backwards, into the chair. "Now, Shall we speak like civilised Demonlords?"

"I AGREE, PAIN. THERE IS NO POINT IN ARGUING. I PERSONALLY AM QUITE HAPPY WITH MY CHOICE OF HOST." Death spoke, before retreating to let Morana speak to Ved/Wrath.
"If you ever touch me like that again..." She smirked and pulled out a pistol, pointing it briefly between his eyes before replacing it in its hidden holster. "They will never find your body." All of a sudden, her face was deadly serious. "I'm only here to investigate a serious breach of my security... now I know how you contacted me so easily." She looked over at Griffin/Secrets. Walking over to a chair, she arranged herself artfully in it, to give off an air of authority underlaid with menace.
Was that necessary?
Hey, I have a reputation to keep up. Besides, I really don't like him. Wrath as an emotion is not good for someone in my line of work. Assassins are calm, and all the more terrifying for it.

Ved
He laughed, hard, doubling over and his face burning red.
"Or what, You'll shoot an immortal demon? That's fucking hilarious!"
He continued to laugh, having to grip the table to hold himself up.
"And stop acting so high and fucking Mighty, all of you. We're from the same shithole and we all put up with the same bullshit. Just because you asswipes got lucky with your curse doesn't mean you're fucking better than me!"
He'd always hated the card he'd drawn, what a lot of people don't get is that a constant state of anger can lead to some severe depression. He was filled with an uncontrollable rage and unending hatred, most of it aimed for himself. He was all bark and no bite, and not because he was a coward, he just really didn't want to hurt other people, yeah he was loud and pissy all the time, but these pricks still could have tried at least once in the past hundred thousand years to understand that he was more than just his rage. But nope, they've got to keep being pricks, only person who'd ever give him a chance was some human with a very finite lifespan, and that just added fuel to the raging furnace of his anger.

Vicar at this pont had enough with the arguing and Violence was partially taking over so he stood up his eyes blood shot and he bashed both his fists onto the table to get everyone's attention, his teeth were gritting and he was barring his teeth.

"YOU ALL WILL SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!"

Violence's voice had partially taken over Vicar's which he had allowed the Demon to do, it sounded like the scariest and the most violent beast in the universe or maybe anywhere.

Violence was at least the second oldest Demon Lord amongst all the rest except he knew that Secrets was the oldest.

"YOU THERE!"

He said menacingly but he began to stop yelling as henpointed at the women with the pistol.

"You can just be quiet okay!"

Violence said it as if he was talking to his wife or maybe a hopeless child although it sounded like the Demon didn't really like Death but he certainly liked her, he turned to the man who probably housed wrath who was named Ved.

"Save you bullshit for later Wrath and for now shove it!"

Then he turned to the host Griffin or rather Violence thought as Secrets, then said as nicely as violence possibly could with was surprising.

"Leave it to Violence to silence a room!"

He gloated then turned to the rest of the people sitting in the room looking at him or 'us' as Vicar thought and then sat down with a sigh and a sly smile.

"It's great to be bad!"

Vicar struggled to get his body back and after at least ten try's Violence just shrugged and gave him back his body.

He looked around to everyone who he had yelled at and smiled lopsidedly.

"Uh I am sorry about that outburst pardon me!"

He squeaked.

"I chose you because you have no back bone shit head I think you need to learn that good old me can help you figure out things!"

Vicar slightly agreed with the Demon Lord of Violence, he had no backbone and Violence made him scarier and more intimidating maybe if...

"Give me full control?"

The Demon suggested.

"No"

Vicar said to the Demon in his mind, without speaking.

"Oh come on are you chicken?"

"If I am I must be one damn smart chicken!"

Vicar said to the Demon in his mind.

"Although I know when I will need you!"

The Demon just snorted in reply then fell silent.

Ved
He turned to violence, a semi-dissapointed look on his face.
"You're so fucking pathetic, you know that right?"

Griffin rubbed his forehead. He knew that some of the demons didn't get along but Secrets hadn't told him which ones or why. His demon loved secrets nd hordes them like a dragon would treasure. He sighed. This was so much harder then he though it would be. "Look I thought we might be able to help each other. We are now pretty much immortal which means that we will be hunted. In fact according to Secrets angels are already hunting us. We only have each other for the next few thousand years or whatever."

Vicar was temporarily taken over again although this time more violent, he stood up and growled deeply.

"Pathetic you call me, PATHETIC!!!"

Violence roared at Ved/Wrath.

"WHY DON'T I SHOW YOU PATHETIC WHEN I RIP OUT YOUR LARYNX AND SHOVE IT BACK DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!"

He looked into the mans eyes they were just cocky and otherwise very self centred.

"I AM NOT THE PATHETIC ONE YOU ARE YOU AND YOUR PIGHEADED ATTEMPTS TO SEEM LIKE YOUR THE ONE WHOSE VIOLENT SO SHUT YOUR TRAP BEFORE SOMEONE CLOSES IT FOR YOU!!"

He yelled at the man and he began to sweat Vicar was restraining Violence from just lunging at Ved then he turned himself towards Griffin who was saying things about being immortal and Angels hunting them.

"What are we going to to about the Angels than almighty fortune teller!"

He emphasized saying 'fortune teller' by using air quotes, he was temporarily distracted from his yelling at Ved.

Vicar and Violence both asked Griffin the question which confused Vicar.

"I can take care of myself. Oh, and Wrath?" Morana raised an eyebrow. "Just because you're immortal, doesn't mean that you can't get hurt." She herself was concealing a rather nasty stab wound in her side. Thankfully, the knife didn't hit anything vital, but it still hurt like hell.
"WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO SPEAK ABOUT." Death said, with a sigh. He was usually one of the most mature of the Demon Lords, somehow. "YOU SAY THAT ANGELS WILL BE COMING FOR US. HOW CAN WE DEFEND OURSELVES?"

@LadyTale@Blackmist16
Griffin rolled his eyes at Wraths name calling. Very mature for a beong that had been around for thousands of years. "We can all rtaje care of ourselves. Those who couldn't before will be able to do so now. However a lot of things have changed since the last time our demons were on Earth. You are all welcome to stay here. I think we have a better chance together then apart. But my only goal was to share what I know with you. We can fight the angels the same way we fight each other and humans."

Katherine and Lies watched all of this go down. Katherine could practically see the vision of a smile creeping into her head. "Do you know why I picked you, Katherine? Hm?" Katherine didn't respond, still watching everything. "I picked you because I felt your future was too bright. You were doing fairly well in school, had a loving boyfriend, or so you thought, and were quite wealthy. I felt I could sabotage that, and I took my chances. I'm a demon of my word, and I won't let anything escape my path." Katherine could tell that Lies was definitely a demon with an unstoppable fury, but definitely knew how to control it. Unlike some of the others...Violence...Wrath...

Vicar had taken control of himself again and nodded at Griffin, then he opened his mouth but before he spoke he looked around at everyone hoping they thought he wouldn't burst again.

"That might be for the best that we stick together"

Vicar said to Griffin.

"Really?"

Violence scoffed in his mind, then continued.

"We don't need these people Vicar you have me!"

The Demon sounded so sure but Vicar thought differently than Violence.

"No!"

He said to himself then cleared his throat, Vicar believed that they should stick together so they can take on the Angels with more ease than alone.

"I agree with Griffin, we should stick together to protect each other!"

Vicar said looking at everyone, slightly afraid that the women with the pistol would whip her gun out and start shooting just because she was shifty and edgy he was just kind of spooked by her presence.

Maya was a little more comfortable now that the anger and fighting dwindled down. Nightmares had relinquished control in order to sulk in the corners of her mind after being insulted. It didn't matter that the demon was many millennia old, she could still be reduced to a pouting child under the right circumstances. And then, the talk of angels happened. For some reason, in Maya's own little screwed up world, it was easier to believe in demons and hell than angels and the heavens. She laughed aloud at the mention of it "Angels? Seriously, like the chubby, winged, naked babies that my Abuela decorates her house with are after us? You have to be kidding. Aren't they suppose to protect and look out for humans, or some shit?"

Ved
"I think he means more like biblical angles, thousands of eyes and wings, truly monstrous beings, from what wrath has shown me. And it's never been explicitly stated that they protect humans, only that they do the will of god."
He states gently, after Wrath had exhausted his control, Ved had remained quite to let tensions settle, but he couldn't resist for long, he was a social butterfly at heart. He had sat down, and silently played with the strings coming from the hem of his lightweight, baggy sweater.

"I'll be fine on my own." Morana said with a shrug. "Now that I know why there's a voice in my head, I can... well, I can carry on like normal, really. Just get on with my life."

Nathan would finally gain control of his voice once more, grabbing his head and murmuring to himself, Pain whispering in his mind "You know, I picked you, just so I could have someone I could STAB!" He would then cause Nathan to have a stabbing pain in his side, dropping onto a chair he would gasp painfully, before the pain dies down, sweat beading his forehead "...Ghr.." He would let out before shutting his eyes and just listening, the fourth oldest demon inside him torturing him.

(Just a quick note, Since Secrets is the oldest demon, I would say it would go Secrets, Violence, Death, Pain as the top four oldest 'brothers'.)

@LadyTale
Griffin nodded. "Yes you can go back to your life. No one is likely to notice that you cant die and that you don't age. I wont make anyone stay. But I will not give information to those who aren't here. The angels are coming for us. Technically we are a danger to the humans. We all affect the human population in negative ways. They will find you. They will attack. We each have our strengths but the angels have more powers and resources."