Makura took a step back. His soul? He wanted the war to end, but did he really want it to end that badly? He swallowed hard. If giving his soul would mean the war would end, that was what must be done. But why did the demons even want the war to end? Didn't demons relish in the suffering of others? ''If you don't mind my asking, why exactly do you care so much about this war ending?'' He asked, wondering why a demon should want to stop the pain of humans. Maybe they were worried there would be no humans left, if they didn't ask soon.
Shaking his head, he glared at the red swan. The other imp- Shawker was it? -seemed ok, but his one looked evil too. Maybe once, it had been a white swan, but its feathers were red from constantly causing suffering in others, and making others bleed...

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Sumnor picked at his teeth with the finger nail of his right index finger, smirking slightly when the imp mentioned wanting their souls as collateral. He looked at the small fat imp that had led him there, flicking him in the forehead. "Now I know you demons are interested in making more than one deal with an individual, hence why you don't brand the entire body." Graios hoped off the vampire's body, shaking slightly as it touched down on the cold stone floor. Although he was only a cub, he was large, being a mountain dragon, he was 4 feel from nose to tail tip, the tail only a foot and a half.

The vampire crouched down, tearing a piece of bread and feeding it to the small black and red dragon, smiling as his friend smiled graciously as he snapped it from his fingers.  "So why don't we get real and talk a little more realisticly, you know my soul will be the most stained in this room, it would be worthless to any demon - Or imp, in your case -  worth their weight in salt."  The short, fat man flustered, his face turning a bright shade of red as his temper grew, causing Sumnor to grasp his throat and lift him to face level - His breath was as unbearable as his appearance.

"I am not afraid of you, you hell dwelling, worthless piece of muck, all you can do is kill me, and then I will ascend to paradise... We vampires have a stake in the afterlife, due to our necessary uncaring we are the perfect job appliants for angels, we can decide in an unbias manner whether or not divine intervention is necessary." He picked at his teeth once more, but this time with his left hand which was free, to show how nonchalant he was while showing his strength.

He dropped the imp, taking a cloth from his pocket and wiping his hands as clean as possible, feeling grimy since touching the flesh of the vile little hellspawn.

Michee looked at another new face that appeared along with a rabbit-like imp as Sumnor dropped his strange little man-imp.

"And I believe that is it, Shawker?" she questioned the supposed leader imp.

"That it be." it squeaked.

"So, how about we all introduce ourselves for the benefit of everyone else hmm? I am Michiko Valen Salbure Fabre di Liberta of Italy. Daughter to Italian General Cilani Tennyson Haris Duke di Liberta and French Lady Francesca Fabre Kallen di Liberta. But I'd prefer if you all called me Michee." she announced to the group. Her name almost always sent people's heads for a spin, in fact she never put her full name on official papers as it would not fit. Shawker piped up behind her, "and I be Shawker, but you know that by now." Shawker turned to point to the imps around him. "These be Shawker's fellow imps. They be here to introduce you to the new pact process." He finished and looked to everyone else.

"So," continued Michee,"You've all met your imps, do you know them by name yet? I suggest you get to know each other VERY well. It seems that we'll be spending quite some time together yet." She looked at Sumnor, "That means no arguing, nitpicking, physicallity or anything of the sort between you two." Michee sounded very bossy, but actually she was trying to figure out what was going on herself, and she had learned from experience that no information could be gained with constant squabbling in the background.

"As for the price," Shawker continued impatiently, "it is what it is, there is no haggling or bargaining. Undead or alive you have a soul that we want. In exchange... we will save the world."