"I'm A Chihuahua."

Nero nodded gravely, his eyes never leaving Landrose'. "Is their control over mana and the arts that near to the peak of what's possible?" Amenadiel asks with a shout that startled Samael, who had been brooding silently in the corner.

"Worse," Nero said, his voice as smooth as the whispers of the dead. "This hero... they are not just powerful. They are the type of person that people naturally gravitate towards."

Landros felt a cold knot in his stomach. "What do you mean?"

Nero leaned in closer, his smile widening like the grin of a Cheshire cat, creepy thing, google it. "The new hero," he said, his voice as soft as a whisper, "is not alone. Their party is said to be composed of not only new up-and-coming heroes but also the survivors of the final battle at Everdale." The room went still, the candle flames seeming to quiver in anticipation of what he would say next.

"But thats--" Amenadiel begun, "--the biggest heroes party to ever grace these lands, yes." Nero concludes, his voice carrying the weight of their shared dread. The demon lords looked at each other, the gravity of the situation etched clearly on their faces. The silence was a heavy cloak that wrapped around them, suffocating any thoughts of denial or hope.

"...I'm with you Landrose, Knight of Brazier," Amenadiel concedes, his voice deep and resonant like the toll of a distant bell that signals the end of a long and weary night. His hand slammed down on the table, causing the candles to quiver in their holders. The sound of his palm against the ancient wood echoed through the chamber, a declaration that could not be misunderstood.

Landrose felt a laugh bubble up inside him, a strange mix of relief and excitement. "H-ha-ha-haha," it burst out of him like a dam had broken. He looked around at the other demon-lords, his eyes shining with mirth. "So, Bishop," he said, his voice lilting with the sweetness of victory, "What about you, old friend?"

Samael looked sheepishly around the table, his fiery gaze darting from one face to the next. His horns, a fiery orange that matched his eyes, drooped slightly as he took in the gravity of the situation. He was the most traditional of the group, his loyalty to Xhaka unwavering for centuries. His nod, when it came, was slow and heavy, like a boulder rolling downhill, gaining momentum until it was unstoppable. "I... I suppose you all make a compelling case," he said, his voice gruff. "I stand with Landrose, for the sake of the demon-realm."

With Samael's support, the room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief. The candles flickered as if in approval, the shadows on the wall retreating slightly. Landrose felt his chest swell with pride and a touch of surprise. He had not expected this turn of events.

"Thank you," he said, his voice steady now that he had the backing of his fellow demon lords. "Thank you all for your trust and your courage." He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room as if memorizing the faces of his new allies. "Now, let us discuss the particulars of our... unification," he said, the word tasting sweet on his tongue.

...Well, we could do that, or i'll just off-screen it. Yep. Off-screening it.

A short while later, everyone was nodding in agreement, their horns bobbing up and down in a silent symphony of understanding. The once tense air in the war room had transformed into one of camaraderie, the flames of the candles flickering with the excitement of a newfound purpose. The demon lords, each a titan in their own right, had come together in a rare show of unity, setting aside their differences and personal grievances for the greater good of their kind.

"Excellent," Landrose said, his eyes shining with a newfound resolve. "Then it's decided. We shall prepare for the day of reckoning. Two weeks from now, we will converge on Xhaka's stronghold, Castle Ashgate." He looked around the table, his gaze meeting and holding each demon lord's eyes. "Until then, keep your plans close to your chests, my friends."

The other demon lords nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and doubt. They had agreed to stand with Landros, but the weight of their decision was not lost on them. Xhaka was not a creature to be trifled with, and the thought of facing him was as appealing as a mouthful of ash, or cobwebs, pick your fancy.

With a wave of his hand, Landros dismissed them, his voice sharp as a sergeant's bark. "Go, prepare your realms for the coming storm," he said, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of battle. "We march in two weeks."

The demon lords looked at him with less than pleased eyes, the candlelight casting shadows that deepened the furrows of their brows and the lines of doubt etched into their faces. They were not used to being dismissed like common soldiers, and a pink haired demon barking orders at them didn't help.

"Ahh..." Landrose tripped over his words, "Safe travels?" he added lamely, watching as the demon lords rose from their seats, their robes sweeping dramatically across the cold stone floor as they moved towards the portals that had appeared at their summons.

Nero, the only one who seemed to find the whole situation slightly amusing, couldn't help but facepalm at Landrose's attempt at diplomacy. "You really know how to charm them, don't you?" he quipped, his white hair fluttering as he turned to leave.

Landros's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "Well, I, uh, ah forget it," he mumbled, his voice trailing off as the last demon-lord disappeared into the night. The room suddenly felt much colder without their presence, the shadows stretching out like the arms of a forgotten lover, reminding him of his solitude.

"Sariel..." Landrose called out, his voice barely above a whisper. The candles in the room seemed to dim slightly, as if in deference to the creature that emerged from the shadowy corner. She was a demon of unparalleled beauty, her deep purple hair cascading over her shoulders like a midnight waterfall. Her eyes, with literal stars in them, what's up with that, looked like the night sky, gleaming with a fierce intelligence that could make the bravest of men cower.

"Yes Minister?" Sariel bowed before Landrose, her lithe body moving with the grace of a gazelle. Her purple horns, smaller yet no less regal than the others in the room, bent slightly with the motion.

"Start the preparations," Landrose barked with the bravado of a chihuahua on what it perceives to be it's territory, "In two weeks i'll be Demon-lord Supreme."

Sariel, the demon of the stars, nodded in response, a smile playing upon her full lips. "As you wish, my lord," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. With a grace that made the candle flames jealous, she turned and faded from the room. Her heels clicked against the cold stone floor, the sound echoing through the chamber like the final notes of a sinister sonnet.

Cue evil laugh, "Mwa-hahahaha!"

Cool, epic, transition to The present!..