As Sera opened the doors to the throne room, she was instantly assaulted by the loud ruckus that a horde of Demons could cause. Heck, the throne room sounded less like the seat of a government and more like a battlefield that hadn't quite decided to become physical yet.
Emphasis on the YET!
Sera paused in the doorway and stared.
The demons were arguing.
Loudly!
One noble was practically foaming at the mouth while pointing across the room at some brute who was being held back by his friends. Another was halfway out of his seat, looking like he was ready to use said seat as a makeshift weapon. A third looked moments away from clobbering a goblin, whose only crime so far had been offering the breast the wrong kind of drink…
Well---
At least the human delegation hadn't been much better.
