"I need everyone to swear fealty to our lord of fire," Scartil bellowed at the slaves he had captured.
Among the slaves was Anthani, chained. His face was all pale, and his eyes were weary. His heart was pounding at an exceptional rate. He was standing beside a demon with horns protruding from his head. There were diverse creatures, demons, Marqovas, Ju'kot, etc., all made slaves to this whoever fire king.
Anthani was afraid, and whenever he looked at the demon, Scartil's face. It gave him a chill, and he shuddered even at the sight of him.
But not everyone was frightened.
[An arcane place, nice.]
[I don't know how I can speak in a dream but It's going to be there end day.]
[Ought to be gallant, only dying in a rubbish place. Alas, thou kept silence, or hence your head would be lopped off.]
[Shut it all of you.]
[Ohi, Anthani.] one of the voices called out to him.
It' not a dream; that's what you want to tell me. He had guessed it long ago; perchance he had presumed. But where exactly am I? He wanted to know.
[You have wits.] the voice observed
The march to the castle began once again. While on their way, Anthani heard a fat demon talking to one Scartil.
"I say, we kill the weak and gaunt, keeping the strong, maybe even those with the finest talent. I can see all, and I'm certain who's who."
Scartil shook his head. "Not now; when the lord says, then we do."
From what Anthani could tell, he was in his worst condition. He glanced at his own palms, scrutinizing his face skin with the touch of his hand. There was a strange feeling; his hands were pale, and the skin wasn't the same as human. But most of all, he was weak. If they did what the fat demon told them to do, he was surely dead.
It didn't make him shudder when thinking of being killed; maybe I will wake up from my dream. He wondered. But seeing the demons and the weapons they cradled did make him agitated.
Two days had passed; they had reached from a barren and blistering land to a city with tall muddy towers and massive-sized trees that had limbs draping from above.
There were diverse creatures with two legs and two arms; the only similarity they had was that they were demons too. He called them demons, not really knowing who they were.
"Keep moving; the Lord is no fan of impatience." Scatil told them, jabbing the point of his sword on a slave's back. It was clean and glowing with strips of green swathe on his blade.
The city was so vast that Anthani and others had to walk 2 days to reach the center of the city. A gigantic rock hovering a little higher from the ground, chained by chains from not letting it soar away in the sky. Atop the rock was a plain surface, accommodating a castle.
"Scartil, the servant of the fire lord, has arrived with slaves." He roared loud and clear, the soldier standing on the plain surface of the rock did something, and a whole stair manifested from nothingness.
Stunned and worried, Anthani took the first step and ascended. There were slaves who refused to take even a single step; they were stabbed to death.
The giant gate was before them. Demonic images embellished the door. Anthani had remembered one; it had a similar face to that of a man he had played in the game of truth.
When they entered the passageway to the main hall, Anthani saw heads of humans, other demons, and monsters he had never seen attached to the walls.
Humans aren't the only ones who haunt and decorate their houses with animals heads. He observed
The passageway was damp, and the floor was made of rocks. It was better than the outside burning city. When they entered the hall, Anthani and others were greeted by giants on both sides of the cavernous hall. Across the hall was the throne with colored feathers all about it; a naked man plopped on it. His manhood hidden away in clothes.
When the slaves were brought closer to the throne, they were forced to kneel. From Anthani view, the demon king, as he called him, was as hot as the sun. Any moment, his skin would burn, his eyes would go blind, and he would become insane.
When Anthani lifted his head, he saw the stare of the fire lord on him. Vile and hideous stare, "Jotas start the process."
The fat demon smirked and excitedly strutted their way. He had a warhammer in his hand. When he stood before one of the slaves, the fat demon squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the first slave. When he reverted his head to the king, he shook it.
The king nodded, and the fat demon raised his warhammer and BANG. Blood spattered everywhere on the floor, on the slaves, and on the fat demon.
"EEEYAAAA." the Marqovas standing beside that slave shrieked in fear. The fat demon warhammer came swinging at him, bashing at his head. BANG.
"My lord loves no one who is craven and screams like babies."
Few demons and Marqovas were spared; now it was Anthani's turn. When the fat demon saw him, he said, "Not good with fighting, Mi'lord. Should I?"
There was only a nod.