"They can agree that they hate the Northern king, that means if they want to kill him this is the only way." I said, I lived 375 or so years and I had seen many things, the one thing I knew is that you only win by working together even if it kills you. The thing demons hate is when everyone dies so there is no more life, and no more life equals no death, without death there is no envy, without envy is no reason to live. This is the demons most absolute rule. All demons are meant to follow it, not that they do.

Zyroth was getting mad,and quick. The dwarf was kind of reckless and uncaring, but she was dark after all, right? "If you want to get mauled by dragon's that is fine by me, but leave us and others out of it. We would need a well trained army." I said getting impatient. "Heck, I would love to personally kill the king for all the suffering he's caused, but i'd like to keep my hide intact and others alive."

I was itching to turn back into my Dragon form...so I did.
I shifted to the size of a full grown horse and looked at her.
I thought about how easy it would be to just eat her whole without a second thought.
'no...I'm not Dark!' I thought to myself.
"We should get going before this goes any further." I then looked at Fareten with a hasty look.
"Do you agree?" I asked almost begging for him to get me out of here.
Not waiting for an answer I took off into the air waiting for him.