Baphomet trembled as he rose up, holding on to the King of Clubs and watched the cannibal who ate his kids walk away. Earl Barbatos was certain the other demon was no longer a threat and had brushed him aside.
After all, it was the same outcome as before.
The Mad Giant couldn't remember. Had the last time been decades ago? Perhaps it was centuries? While he forgot, the Goat Demon clearly remembered each and every time he had challenged the Earl over those many years. The rage inside him boiled whenever he thought back to that incident.
His kids might have been resurrected, but the experience had emotionally scarred them, and it would most likely stick with them for the rest of their lives. There was no such thing as psychological aid or therapy in the Dungeon World, and the only solution their father could think of was to teach them how to get revenge via the path of violence. He did not know how else to help his kids nor his spouses.
