Rally your allies.

"Well, it was fun, but we oughta head back home." Lady Vex stands, clothed once more, albeit barely. Her top is lopsided and hangs down her shoulder, and if her shorts were tugged down any lower, certainly the curtains would open to quite a show. Her hair is an absolute mess, which is to say somehow even moreso then usual, yet there's sense of satisfaction in her contented, half-asleep gaze to you upon your throne. "I still can't believe we did it. Everything happened so fast. That asshole is dead, and this probably goes without saying, but I've definitely never had a post-fight celebration that crazy. I mean, that isn't to say Zettanko doesn't party, but you know what I mean."

Kashura Saylinor stands beside her. The brim of her oversized cap casts a shadow over the top half of her face, though you can see a hint of blush across her otherwise fair skin. She's also once again dressed as others are, though she fidgets in place in a self-conscious manner as if she were standing nude before you.

"And thanks again for helping," you say. "Elok Daven could do nothing against an alliance of three Demon Kings."

"Damn straight!" Vex says, kicking her foot excitedly and hard down against the carpet leading to the throne. She then smacks her fist into her palm. "Just let me know if another war breaks out and I'll be there, but only if you promise we'll throw an even crazier party afterwards."

"You got it--"

"Naturally, you are very welcome," Kashura speaks up. Just like that, it's as if nothing had happened. She returns to her normal visage by the snap of fingers. She throws a hand up, past her cap, pivots on her heel, and strikes a dramatic pose with eyes focused intently on your own. Then, she grins. "Our victory was assured, thanks to the magnificent, striking Kashura Saylinor, supreme sorceress of Absoterra."

With hands on her hips, Vex looks to the girl beside her with a wide smile. "You should hit some of the poses you were hitting last night."

Kashura responds with shock and fear. She turns pale, says nothing for a lengthy moment, and then twists her body to face away. She clears her throat. "My body is like a statuette of an ancient goddess, and my mind is harder than the marble used. Compliment me as you wish. I will allow it. Now come, my lady. Using my great powers, I will open a portal back to Zettanko, and we may finally rest."

"True. We didn't get much of it last night, huh?" She gives you one final wave of her hand in parting. "Seriously, Kyle. Have a drink, eat something tasty, and get some sleep."

"What are you, his mom?" Niki quips from the side.

A warm chuckle carries out from behind them as a woman steps slowly down the carpet. "As far as I currently understand, I am the only one present who is a mommy," says Yaera Tedrilui. She projects no hostility, and speaks purely in jest, though she still manages to stumble up Vex's response.

The devil looks to you, gesturing a thumb to Amara's mother. "Reminds me of Masumi a bit."

As both her and Kashura depart, others slowly begin making their way in through the doors of the Great Hall, also known as the Throne Room. Of them, it's Lady Sulta who sashays through the rest and makes her way up to the foot of your throne. There she places a hand upon her chest, one almost entirely exposed by the cut down her dress, and offers a short bow of her head. For a moment, she says nothing, but stares deeply into your eyes with two glistening rubies beneath a head of raven black. She truly is gorgeous. Finally, however, she does open her painted lips to speak.

"As you know," she begins. "The Circle of the Unicorn doesn't often involve itself with the affairs of others lest it suit our personal desires, though of course when the land is threatened by such a foe, most of us would say there's little choice to do otherwise. It was wonderful to work with you again, Kyle Warren. I admit that when we first met during the Golden Sword, I wasn't certain what to think of you. Now I know. You're a leader, no matter what you wish to call yourself or what others may."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight a mere second before a voice speaks behind your ear, and you feel the touch of somebody's hand to your shoulder.

"You know what they should call this room?" Candy asks. During the conversation, she surely used her illusory magic to sneak up behind you. Even if your Kitty Sense managed to catch her in time, it was certainly a close call. She dances out into view, and poses before you, blocking view of Lady Sulta's body with her poofy dress and jester hat. She grins wide and grabs her big red nose. "Honk honk. The Bone Room. Do you get it?"

"Sweetie," says Lady Sulta, laying a hand upon her head. "The adults are talking."

"Because of his cock."

The sunheart sorceress nudges her clown companion out of her way by ****.

Candy giggles as she's maneuvered away. "By the way, you don't know. What if I'm more adult than you, hmm? How old are you?"

"You're as rude as you've ever been, and always will be."

"That's why you love me, right?"

"Of course, sweetie."

At first you clear the clacking and scaping of metal on stone, but it's followed by the flapping of wings. One by one, all four of the harpies make their way inside, though there's something different about them that you can't quite place. While they've always been amongst the monsters who lived here, they stand out more than before. As they notice you upon the throne, they look to you with smiles, as well as an excitement you can't place at first--eagerness to speak to their king, the desire to say or do something, or they really are happy to know Elok Daven has been defeated. Perhaps it's a combination of everything.

Chula approaches you far before the others, as if she's to say something on behalf of them. As the leader of the four, she certainly acts it, with the confidence to approach the throne with no hesitation, even while others are partly in her path. They all look so different, yet they follow the tough, punkish Chula with the utmost admiration. She's dressed differently now. The first thing you notice is the source of the prior sounds of scaping metal. Tiny chains run down from higher up her bird-like legs, which lead to what one may describe as heels for a harpy, or perhaps the most logical weapon. Metal partly garbed her talons now, with each point protruding into razor sharp claws.

Her shorts are jet black as were her previous, though these have purposely tattered ends, and pockets hang down from where they're torn. Reaching up from her waist our suspender straps. They squeeze up over her breasts, which are now covered by what's more like a black sports bra, though cut to nudge her cleavage up in a teasing manner. Her arms are nothing more than grand, dark feathered wings like a raven's, which matches her neck-length tomboyish hair.

"I've got something kinda weird to talk about. I mean, maybe not that weird, but--" She glances between the others present. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Not exactly. Merely a departure." Lady Sulta raises a hand and wiggles her fingers in a playful goodbye. "Stay safe, Kyle. This world is a strange, dangerous place, and the more fame you garner, the more infamy follows."

"And the other way around," Candy adds. "So cause some chaos for me." She gives you a wink, and along with her taller companion, the two members of the Circle depart. As they near the door, they happen to run into Rada Beela, Drev Barkis, and Bulrak.

From afar, Lord Barkis waves his hand. "We must go, King Warren, but you know where to find me, if I'm home, which I typically am."

"Aye!" Bulrak steps forward. He bows his head low. "It was an experience to have met you. Surely we'll cross paths again."

Rada, however, remains. He says his goodbyes to his companions, and makes his way farther into the Great Hall.

"What did you want to say, Chula?" you ask.

"We haven't talked a ton about us. I mean, before we met. I won't bore you with the details, but I was one of the first to be turned, you know. The others... For some reason, they really came to respect me. They followed me. We eventually became like a family, separate from a lot of the harpies I knew before. They even all decided to change their names. Apparently, they wanted to be more like me, whatever that means."

"You protect them," you respond. "They feel safe with you, because you not only care, but you're not afraid. I get it."

"A lot of harpies find themselves lost at first."

"And you were their guide."

"Yes. Whatever. Stop with the sappy stuff though. That's not what I came here to say. So the longer Patricia has been with us, and the longer we've followed you, the more I've thought about it. I can still be their guide, but you're the leader. Not only that, but I don't want them to be more like me. I want them to be themselves. I get it. I appreciate it. But we all decided that it was time to... I don't know the right way to say it. I'm not great with words. Evolve? Not literally, but I really like it here. I want to fit in, you know?"

You can tell she's really trying to explain something without the linguistic tact. While usually tough, you can see a hint of pink in her nose as the embarrassment begins to show. You raise a hand, as if to gesture her to slow down, and you respond. "I understand. And we're happy to have you here."

She flaps her wings. "Aw shucks. You're gonna make me blush." She grins and chuckles. "Anyway, Vaerila wanted us to come before you can talk about it all proper-like. She won't admit this to you, but I think she also really wanted you to see her new outfit."

"Who's that?" you ask.

"Like I said, everyone had their own names before they changed them. It was a long talk we all had. But by the end, it was unanimous. They're all going back to what they were called before. See I was always Chula, but Vaerila changed her name to Chila. I think she always wanted to be like me most. Even tried dressing like me. Hopefully this change will push her to spread her wings and fly from the nest, yeah?" She looks to her purple-haired ally and gestures with her head to come.

What she wears one may call a leotard, or perhaps a one piece swimsuit. It's a darker shade than the colour of her hair, but it's trimmed with thick white outlines, and in the center is a simple outline of a flower--perhaps a daisy. It hugs her slim, petite form incredibly tight, almost like a second layer of skin. She wears a tiny skirt around her waist which functions more of an accessory than anything else. It doesn't hide much, and it especially wouldn't while in-flight, though she doesn't seem to care given that in her mind, she'd wear the leotard with or without it. A cute white ribbon is tied around her upper left thigh, and as she did before, her hair is tied back into a bun by a large white bow. Her feathers are beautiful and violet.

While she may still seem far more shy than her black-haired companion, she quietly approaches the throne and cutely turns her body left and right, posing for you to see. She doesn't speak, but at the end she curtsies politely before retreating back to stand beside Chula like a little sister. No longer is she smaller shadow of the other, however. Chila is gone, and Vaerila has taken her place.

Next is the bubbliest of them--Chini. She has long pink hair that reaches far down her back, which flies up as she pivots acrobatically on a single talon, raising her wings up to present herself before you. She giggles and says, "My name's Hini. It's good to meet you," as if you've never met before. She finally stops, stumbles in place for a moment, and nearly collapses from the dizziness.

Hini wears a white cropped t-shirt, and she's certainly the most endowed of the four. The garment is loose, and there's definitely no bra behind it to contain them. Instead of shorts, however, she's the only one of the four to have her bird-like legs almost completely concealed. She wears bell bottom blue jeans, which hang almost too loosely from her hips, though if an outfit was designed by Luna, absolutely everything is intentional.

She may still be a bit of an airhead, but this gumball pink harpy is no longer the Chini she was before. Now she's Hini, as she was before. Rather, a far better, happier version of what she used to be.

You clap. "Beautiful names."

"Right? I don't know why they changed them," Chula says.

"... Because we love you," says Vaerila quietly.

Chula grabs the smaller harpy in her wing and pulls her close against her chest. "And you still can. I love you too. But now you're stronger and cuter than ever."

"And I'm here too!" says Patricia before stepping forth. "Same name though. I never changed it. Honestly, all I want to say is... thank you. For giving us a home. And for giving me a home. You already know my story. You were there. That man was pathetic, and honestly, I don't care where he ended up. I know I found my tribe, and I'm finally happy."

Her new top is much the same in design as a sleeveless crop-top, though this one is deep purple and striped vertically with black. Around her neck, laying upon her cleavage, is an emerald hanging on a thin gold chain. She wears dark blue shorts, as she did before, though much in the same manner as Vaerila, she has something tied around her thigh. This is around her right, however, and it's a series of beautiful gold chains much in the name manner as her necklace, though this one holds a sapphire. It all contrasts beautifully with her shimmering red feathers, and her long, wavy hair.

"I respect the new bling," you say.

"Bling?" she asks. "Oh. The jewellery? Yes, well it's important to spoil yourself, right?"

"A bunch of stuff was found during the raid apparently," Chula says. "Stax gave some of it out. She said you wouldn't mind."

Chula. Vaerila (Chila). Hini (Chini). Patricia. Every day, your castle feels more like a proper Demon King's army, or one could say the army of any type of ruler. The term Demon King has been passed around so much that it's lost most of its meaning to you at this point. Either way, when you look upon your people, you see happiness, but you also see strength--confidence, willpower, and courage. You trust in your people, no matter how hopeless they can feel on occasion.