Daeros watched from afar as the battle for Caesilinius went on; it was with awe that he observed the arrival of Sileon - the Fallen King’s brother streaking across the sky in the form of a massive, flaming bird. Impressive. The God moved from his watching place - atop a mountain overlooking the great city - to moving amongst his gathered mortal army with a single blink of his eyes; after all, he was a God; if he needed to move, he would move.
“My children,” Daeros rumbled, his voice carrying to every ear of those in his army - even above the din of horses and men alike, readying themselves for battle. The deity's voice would likely be heard by the other immortals that had chosen to reveal themselves, to come down to the mortal plane to fight for the control of Aroseus’ Great City - and announce to them, finally, his presence. “We fight, today, not for personal gain - but for stability. We fight for what Aroseus stood for before he went mad; we fight for stability, for the continuation of mortal life. Certainly, you will have glory and honour for ensuring the stability of this great city - and your leaders will rule it, when we are victorious. But do not allow yourselves to become carried away; do not rape, do not pillage - you are saviours; heroes, come to free Caesilinius from bloody ruin!”
When the God finished his speech, his words were greeted by a collective roar from the amassed body of his army; warriors from various nationalities standing side by side, armed to the teeth and ready for war. A resounding crash filled Daeros’ ears, and it was if the sun itself had descended to the ground when Samael made his appearance - blasting into nothingness the dark forms of vampires and the undead alike; clearing the way for Daeros’ army to enter the city. A small smile began to spread across the God’s lips, as armour began to cover his previously half-naked form - seemingly of its own accord.
When the magic had run its course, Daeros stood with a pair of golden pauldrons strapped to either shoulder, a chainmail mesh covering his legs down to his knees; chest bare, save for a well-made guard covering his heart, crafted from the finest silver and inset with priceless gems. He held a chain-mesh net in one hand and a golden-tipped spear in the other, and he was surrounded by snakes of all shapes and sizes, hissing and rattling at his feet. “We fight for honour, for duty, for justice!” Daeros bellowed, pointing the tip of his spear towards Caesilinius as his army rushed forwards. “For Caesilinius!” The God roared, the cry taken up by the throats of thousands of mortal men as they rushed towards the sacked and burning city; charging through its destroyed gates, and doing battle with the servants of darkness; made mad and vulnerable by the insatiable thirst that had been cursed upon them.
Rather than join the army himself, Daeros sent his serpents to be his eyes and ears - hundreds of them surged forwards, appearing seemingly out of nothingness; joining the mortal men in their struggle against the dark power that had invaded Caesilinius. Daeros was no warrior, and he had other business to attend to - the matter of the other deities who had decided to turn up at Caesilinius’ door when he had been about to claim it as his own.
The God willed himself to appear at Avanid’s side, in the midst of a marching immortal army. “Avanid,” Daeros greeted the woman, his voice smooth as silk - eyes soft, engrossing and addictive as always. “I thank you for your timely arrival; and any assistance in taking the city back from these dark scum would be appreciated. My men have already entered the city, and will deal with the task of fighting back the vampires from their side of the city. If you could tend to and defend the temples, that would be much appreciated; I’m afraid I do not, as yet, have the manpower to handle them myself.”