Inconvenient, ill-advised, and probably result in death. Murmur knew this, Mammon his new passenger also seemed to understand. They would instead sound the alarm about the intruders, keeping well out of the way of the line of fire. One demon against an archangel and his right-hand was rarely going to end well for the demons involved.

He is absolutely sending them a bill for this damage.

Again, as dreams are wont to do, this vision faded and melted into others. More scuffles with those same angels, Murmur consistently dodging combat against them to the best of his abilities. Save for a few, one resulting in him pinned to a wall so very much like an insect by the angel's holy blades, the searing pain excruciating. Still he mocked the angel, hissing and snarling, daring him to finish the job like the savage he is. The savage they warned he would be. That seemed to strike a nerve, and he was unpinned, left bleeding out but mercifully alive. Some were against other demons, several in fact, and those he couldn't back out of so easily. Bids for power and status were vicious, any sign of weakness like fleeing or avoidance would only welcome more frequent challenges. They were swiftly and mercilessly dealt with.

It would seem whoever's mind this was had endured a lot of combat. Some with some truly terrifying foes, one in particular that couldn't quite be defeated but could be contained, that one was interesting, a great dragon of a demon that swarmed with flies and death. As attention slipped, it began to break down. This was wrong, it was out of time.

When were they?