[b][H2][Center][color=steelblue]Henry Pearl Avaritia The 2nd[/color][/center][/H2][/b]


Henry chortled to himself as he gazed upon the soon to be battlefield, his army getting ready to march and slaughter all that stand in his way. He was absolutely giddy with excitement as he sat in his magnificent throne, feet kicking in the air a good couple of inches off of the ground. He had heard tell of the victory the Demons had scored during the last major skirmish, capturing a dragon of the Angels! If he didn't want to fight this battle so much, he would he knocking down doors so he could obtain such a rare creature. But he had instead heard tell of an even more valuable prize. One of the Machina of Man, in direct possession of one of the Angels. This was something he could not pass up on, he would get the dragon after the battle. 

Henry couldn't sit still much longer, it was time to attack now. A glowing pentagram appeared underneath his throne and it slowly began sinking into the ground, that's what it looked like to the average bystander anyway. In reality it was just returning to his collection. Henry let his feet touch the ground and he stood up, letting his throne vanish completely before making his announcement.

[Color=steelblue]"I have an announcement! There is a 16 foot tall Machina owned by one of the Angels, and I want it! If anyone can bring me the Machina owned by the Angel, they get first pick of battlefield loot and a promotion to lieutenant!"[/color] Henry bellowed as the army let up a cheer, consumed by their own greed. Not that any would succeed, but they would certainly soften the pathetic wench for the taking. 

Henry laughed as he motioned for a nearby grunt to bring him some food. There were no questions after the first day and the examples he had made out of idiots who questioned authority. The horns of the questioners he had adorned all over his suit made sure of that. He then began preparing for battle, pulling out various pins and bracelets which had been adorned with minor protection magic. By the end he had a forcefield on him equivalent to a suit of high end armor. Yet he still looked immaculate in his black suit. Just the way he liked it.