[color=gold][center][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/center][/color]
	In a heavenly fashion, the clouds over Heaven's archipelago camp parted, and the tall figure of Torag Draken, the Harbinger of Light, slowly descended a long, translucent staircase.  Behind him flowed a number of Valkyries and lesser angels, reinforcements for the upcoming battle.  After Gwynn's failure to complete the objective of the previous battle, the cursed being had been left in charge of her battalion, and he thought it a loss.  Gwynn had been a brave commander, a powerful Angel, one with an unbreakable will, and the Nexus had decided to remove her from the equation.  His ghastly voice cursed the realm in which he lived, the words chilling the spine of a passing angel.  In the end, though, he would happily lead her force into battle, cutting down all who stood in the way of his advance.  As his feet finally met the ground and the staircase withdrew itself, he continued on his way to the edge of the island the battalion was situated on.  His armor clinking and his heavy footfalls gave away his approach on a being of green energy in a cowboy hat, armed with pistols.  From the black mark on his face, a name was easy enough to guess.  [color=gold]"Omega, our most... unconventional soldier.  Tell me, what have you made of this force?  Will they accept a new leader in place of Valkyrie Commander Gwynn?"[/color]  He spoke as clearly as he could, the chilling and unearthly voice fitting Torag's state of life.

	[@Awesomoman64][hr][color=purple][h2][center]Sliske Arkilius[/center][/h2][/color]
	The incubus known as the Ambassador of Hell pushed open the doors to the Blood Countess' castle, casually examining the stonework as he strolled through the main hall.  Truly, it was a marvelous design.  Every single brick of the walls had been etched by hand, most of which told the tale of the castle's owner.  A bloody and complicated story it was, full of this girl's legacy and all that would be left behind when either the Nexus became bored or the war was lost.  He chuckled to himself, reflecting on the futility of it all.  In short, everyone here fought, die, and respawned for the entertainment of the place, and the trickster found it hilarious.  He continued on his way, intent on getting to the dungeon that housed the captives of the vampire that lived here.

	He found the way down just as a whip cracked, and he smirked to himself.  He took his time descending the staircase, listening to the Countess monologue to her prisoners.  The heels of his boots clicked as he reached the landing, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.  [color=purple]"Miss Victoire Bordeaux, what a pleasure it is."[/color]  He stepped from the shadow of the spiral staircase that had led him down to her, his hands open and to the side in a peaceful gesture.  Both hands were empty, with the exception of a single gold coin in his right hand, which he flicked into the air and caught again.  He had come prepared.  [color=purple]"You see, news travels fast through Hell, as I'm sure you're aware.  Basically everyone knows you have yourself a couple playthings of great value."[/color]  He flicked the coin in front of the captive dragon, taunting the beast with a piece of the valuable metal her race held dear.  It was all part of his little game, to see who would live and die the next day.  [color=purple]"You and I both know this girl is valuable to the Machina in some way, and I can find out what that is.  On one condition."[/color]  With a little more force than necessary, the demon tossed the coin into the embers below the chained girl, earning what was certainly a death stare as the heat began to melt the soft metal.  [color=purple]"You send the lizard back to Heaven.  Her condition doesn't matter to me."[/color]  He turned his back to the ruler of the castle and paced back to the stairs, taking a seat on the lowest one.  [color=purple]"I may be referred to as Sliske.  Y'know what, even better.  Call me... His Supreme Majesty, the Silver-Tongued Singer of the Machina and Angel's Doom!"[/color]  He laughed to himself briefly, his sharp teeth reflecting what light there was in the room.

	[@KoL]