Meanwhile, in Hunth...<br/><br/>((Dementia: Really? Do we have to make -that- kind of a reference? I know we'll be ripping off of Deadpool...but come on, have -some- class, won't you?))<br/><br/>Most of the city was in flames now, screams were ranging out through the air as buildings crumbled to dust. Men, women, children...all were being killed, collared, raped, and all sorts of other unpleasant things happened to them. The treasures they were able to get...paintings, jewelry, books, other valuables, and slaves were dragged off to the base camp that hosted the tunnel network that allowed the Salamaen to enter the city undetected. There, they would be sorted out, split among the tribes, and then done with as the fiery lizard men pleased...and one could only imagine the horrors that the newly acquired slaves would go through.<br/><br/>While that was going on, on top of a building that was left perfectly fine, if not a few shattered windows and some minor fires, stood Dementia...the demon in disguise as a gangster Ramen, looking down at the sight across the street...the burned, charred remains of the brothel that was once the proud establishment of Madame W'ineton...now nothing but ash and warped wood.<br/><br/>The Ramen had his sunglasses on, the dark lenses practically illuminated by the fires around him. And his tie was left out of his black and white horizontal stripped jacket, untied so the wind made the two ends flap in the roaring wind. His cigar that he lit when the destruction and chaos began was still in his mouth, though it didn't seem like any of it got burnt up...yet he still blew out black smoke from his lips. His arms crossed as he sneered at the brothel's skeleton like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his long eons on this world...and trust, he had seen a great many things on this earth.<br/><br/>Behind him a tall, lanky Salamaen in more...decorative, dress came up. The lizardman had skulls of past kills, mostly animals, decorating his body, as well as the traditional leathers and body paint. he also had a horned helmet that played well with his natural spikes and rough hide. The creature hissed as he kneeled before the demon.<br/><br/>"Massster...There is no sssign of thisss...Avari, or her ilk...that wasss within the pathetic brothel. We have ssssearched throughout Hunth as we claimed in the Lord's name..."<br/><br/>The Ramen-demon sighed as he took the cigar out from his mouth, saying,"I know...but do not worry...the Lord Kaiser will not be disappointed or angry with you..."<br/><br/>The Salamaen, who did look like he was a little afraid at first, showed instant relief and stood up,"R-really?...The Lord and Massster won't? Then, with your permissssssion, Massster...I would like to lead a group and hunt for-"<br/><br/>The poor lizard wasn't able to finish his request when the Ramen looked back and shot his hand forward. No, literally...he pointed his arm at the lizard and his arm grew in length as it shot right for him. The claws focused at a central point to be more like a projectile and went right for the Salamaen leader's chest, stopping his words. The hand was still inside as the claws extended, ripping through organs as it caught a grip, and the arm started to shorten to drag the dying man towards him. Once there, the Ramen dropped his cigar over the edge and looked at the Salamaen dead in the eye...his sunglasses suddenly gone.<br/><br/>The Salamaen could feel his mind slipping through the process of dying and just looking at this man's unnatural's eyes...his fears, his doubts, his sins zipping through his mind in a narrow second after second as the demon spoke,"He will be angry and disappointed at<i>me</i>for your failures, you oaf...You have failed me for the last time you sorry excuse for a flightless dragon...And I do not require your services anymore...I doubt even the Underworld has a place for failures such as you..."<br/><br/>As he spoke, his cigar continued to fall to the ground, reaching halfway to the streets. The demon fully extended his claws, making the near dead Salamaen to widen his eyes and let out his last gurgle of blood-drowning life before Dementia forced his hand out of the lizardman, letting the dead body fall beside him. The Ramen then looked out in the direction of the sea...where something called to him...paranoia, fear, anger...despair, sorrow, hatred...the wonderful brew that a demon such as him could never resist...<br/><br/>The Ramen grinned as the cigar almost hit the ground...more of the screams and fires reached a crescendo as the demon learned where the escapees were. But, really...where would the fun be to catch them where they had no where to go? That wouldn't be any fun now would it? He was already in trouble...might as well try and make this as fun as possible! And then, it all stopped for Dementia as his cigar reached the ground, and created an explosion that destroyed the block, but leaving the demon unharmed. He raised his arms and brought it down, the blood from the Salamaen flying right off from his claws and tuxedo sleeve, looking perfectly clean.<br/><br/>The demon then grinned as he wistfully sung,"Drink up me 'earties yo-ho..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>