"You two were a real pain." He chuckled, and his razor sharp, shark-like teeth flashed white, cruses and black smoke diffusing through his black lips.
The devil, tall and red, horned and clad in charred armor, stood upon his castle's wall, glancing down at the devastated bay of his castle. Countless devils were dead, and half of the inner buildings were razed to the ground. But at last, the battle ended.
Impaled on the wall of his vile keep, a blue slime rested, round and crushed, seeping blue blood and pinned to the burned wall with a hundred black spears.
Beneath that, tens of powerful devils stood at the ready. Some of them were injured, but the majority were unharmed, having just regenerated after the deadly battle.
Even though they just defeated a deadly foe, none of them smiled. Because for the first time in decades, some of them had shat themselves when Demogorgan suddenly dropped in the bay in the middle of their lunch break.
