Saerian materialized, then. Instead of just lingering. He lit a cigarette and tsk-ed, loudly, offering just one shake of his head.
The room shifted and changed, and it became empty. Full of echoes. And then, below those echoes, screams. They were muffled, far. This was 'home,' to Saerian. This was what Phaedra's tribe called Hamishagos. Others called it Hell. Technically, it was bigger than Hell. And a little bit worse, and a little bit more lonely.
But if you were well-connected, like Saerian was, you tended to make a lot of allies.
Slowly, areas of the room began to shimmer, like there was a heat ripple. Some of the demons showed themselves, others stayed that ripple. Those that gave themselves form took human or semi-human shapes.