Another came through the dark, drawn towards...what, Reginald?. Öde glanced around at their small group, recognizing that the grey tiny titan was the single unifier among them all, and then he stood with knowledge and leadership. Irritation crossed over Öde's facade for a brief moment, vexed that he had unwittingly been drawn to a source of reverence other than his god, or himself. He should be the light in the dark drawing the moths, not the one flapping his damn wings until he burned up.

Then again, power draws power, and nearly all of them held a confidence of self assurance. Öde saw it in the poignant lift of the dark colt's head as he slid into position, purposefully making a statement. Öde watched him, considering the repercussions of this simple movement. He could lift his own, a challenge, and entering into a pissing match. He could stand as is, ignoring the motion, but in its own way subjecting to it - perhaps bidding time to challenge at a better opportunity. The other option he refused to even consider, for it meant undeniable submission.

He has already entered into a match with the girl, he doesn't dare to make a second enemy so swiftly, so Öde remains steady, letting only his eyes shift, and his flanks as he breathes, calm.

The monolith asserts his power, his tone direct as it slaps against the name of the black demon. Öde resists a sly grin, for though Reginald maintains his power, such that is not Öde's, he at least knows Reginald, respects him, is fine with letting him rule for the moment. Abraham is different, for now, because Öde doesn't think he deserves a crown. He may be proved wrong, but for now, he enjoys that Reginald puts himself higher, brother or not.

Interesting...

There is something too in the order that Reginald greets them all. Öde is not ruffled by his second tier, because its tone is welcoming, and because he is above her, despite her nearness, her firstness, she is last on the list. Öde's eyes flick to her, a laugh shining in them. She doesn't even get a title, she is only a name, easily forgotten. Öde recognizes then that she is little more than toy, which comforts him. For a moment he was concerned with Reginald's judgement in company.

The specifics of their hierarchy fall to the wayside as Reginald delves into the matter that leads his pacing. Of course dominance and relations never go away, though they are surely most noticeable and tense at initial meeting, they are always there, running like a current, or blood in the body. Still, they each have settled into their places for this conversation, so Öde attends to listening rather than watching. As he does, he shudders, hanging on each word his grey king utters. Each one is an adjective for Him, Öde's god, and giddily he wonders if his prayers have finally brought the DemonKing to Helovia in full form.

Öde prances where he stands, snorting with a toss of his head, energy racing up his legs until he kicks out behind him to dispel it. His eyes are hot and bright as they coast over to the girl, her words, her voice, her face all stupid.
"We could learn, we could feast, we could be" he seethes at her, unable to even understand her hesitation. "It is a force, it draws us, does it not you?" Power draws power, so if she doesn't feel the pull, what does it say of her?

Öde turns to the other two, knowing they understand. They must. "Let's find it," Öde pants, his teeth clicking together with impatience to start. "It will show itself again, if we look." He wants to go now, but he waits for permission, because he is not king this time.

@[Abraham]