"Right." After the unsatisfactory carousel ride, he was stuck onto an ever digging hole at the shape of his body due to the abnormally high gravity on the patch of ground. "Maybe this is the repercussions for not applying the 'Kill After Torture' policy earlier down the line."
A tremor could be felt within the space Lothair's currently resided in. Soon after, an intense increase of heat began to follow.
Like a flow of magma that searched to escape to the surface, a burst of flame erupted. Before the impact, Lothair cast a mild amount of Overheal on himself, not as much as to make him immune to heat, but was enough to let the searing magma lift him up like a plastic ball on top of a geyser.
Even with a severe cauterization, Lothair never put his annoying smile away. "Guess they still think that extreme heat can kill me."
Just as he was suspended in the air, one of the purple cloaked demons appeared above him. Anger and disgust could be seen visibly in this demon's eyes, hurling a punch out of an oversized arm in contrast to his slender body like a heavy hammer.
Not even attempting to dodge, Lothair was thrown back into the usurping magma like a duck that was chucked into a bowl of extremely hot jello.
Weird analogies, for sure, but that was how Lothair really felt as this whole event unfolded. He also didn't mind some pain he didn't inflict on himself once in a while, though it might be rather too nonchalant of him in this case.
When he coalesced with the reddish gold geyser, the familiar zigzagging thorn emerged, growing indefinitely as it took Lothair out of the spicy sauna and into the air, the ground, and the air, again and again. Before the party joyride could bring Lothair to sightsee the worm and oxygen once more, a decent chunk of land — around 400 square meters of them — were uprooted into a rather tall rectangle cubic mountain before Lothair's very eyes as the free thorn-ride-tastic collided with side.
The geometric thorn was retracted back into the seamlessly uneven, corrupted ground, leaving Lothair planted on the side of the rectangle mountain. The edge of his mouth twitched with raging anticipation.
Soon after, the purple cloaked group appeared out of their respective portal. If looked into further on the mechanism of such a teleportation spell, it would be something similar to Daiyan's private space capability.
The thought made Lothair to miss his fellow Headless Ichthys members as he wondered when he would be able to hang out with them again.
Regardless, what's in the future shall be dealt with in the future. For now, Lothair had been itching to see the very person who had the audacity to appear right in front of him once again.
.
"Fresh evening, isn't it?" spoke the seeming leader of the purple cloaked demons.
A male demon of average height with lightly tanned skin and a slender build. His short, well-kept, slicked-back dark hair was ornated with brown eyes and miniscule pupils. Despite his energetic wording, a tired and bored expression begged to differ.
"It's not evening." Lothair snickered with a hint of irritation. He then casually stood up from the side of the rectangle mountain, dusting himself off. The act was so carefree, so ignorant, that the purple cloaked group only realized after he was already on equal ground with them. "But it sure is fresh.."
A tightened vein protruded on his forehead. "Emil Sincaste of the Sincaste Dominion, how dare you showcase yourself in front of me once again? Right, they refer to you as the Archon of the Abraxas now. A shabby name for a shabby brat, really."
It didn't take a while for Lothair to adapt to absurdity of this place.
"Does my presence feel that vile to you?"
"You're the living proof that I should cut any loose ends when the strain begins to peek on the corner, my dear Emil." Lothair took a close look at the people Emil brought with him, this time, with much more awareness. There were currently eleven of them, with many more probably hiding inside their private pocket space. "I take that back, I utterly regretted for not enacting the 'Kill After Torture' policy before meeting your family. Truly, you're starting to make me loathe my careless self."
With no focus on trying to increase the numbers of his army anymore, Lothair got more playful and more lax on his own sadistic routine.
Lothair was always supposed to turn his victim into his puppets after he killed them. But sometimes, there tend to be some demons who were still breathing after the atrocity that he did to them. To reward yet ridicule their demonic nature of their resiliency, Lothair let them go out of sheer pity.
The 'Kill After Torture' is an obligation where he must kill all of his playthings when the moment ends, ensuring no survivor at all cost when the dirty deeds done dirty cheap.
It was a policy that he enacted after the fact that a person with nothing left to lose would exact their spiteful revenge at any cost, any moment, and any risk. Something that would sometimes surpass Lothair's plan and expectation whenever he goes.
Especially in this case. Today's appearance of Emil Sincaste was probably one of the things that Lothair wanted to avoid at all cost.
"What kind of demon who eagerly blames themselves all the time?" Emil raised his eyebrows.
"Heh, the pitiful youngest son from the Sincaste family, that is."
Without showing any emotion whatsoever, Emil opened his arms to showcase the personal army that he invited to this occasion. "These are the demons who you once healed, experimented, and tortured. They survive and thrive off their unending vulnerability and abhorrence towards your green warmth. Won't you be kinder with them as if they are your own child?"
"Dear Emil, are you implying that I should be a good father to them?"
"It makes a much more riveting reunion, if that's the case." Emil partially twisted his left arm, sending out the giant geometric thorn out of the ground beneath Lothair's feet.
Still filled with irritation, Lothair jumped back in reflex.
Right after the initiation, the rest of the cloaked demons began to scatter out in formation.
"You want to play that game, huh?" Lothair smiled out of amusement.
Still suspended in the air from the jump, Lothair peeked at his corner and saw the very same demon with an oversized arm lunging at him, hurling his giant limb for a catastrophic pummel.
But before the hit connects with its target, a sharp instrument was flung out of Lothair's fingertip, leaving a reddish hole after the precarious throwing motion.
Zapping through the flesh, the projectile immediately dismembered the mass of hulking muscle — rendering the demon with nothing but his utterly normal strength at his disposal. Letting the realization sink in, Lothair sends out more of his fingerbones projectiles at the enemies, puncturing significantly sized holes on the demon's face at such force.
"Two can play in that game!"
Seeing an opportunity where Lothair still couldn't touch the ground, a ball of plasma was on its way to hit a jackpot at Lothair's head.
Not letting the shooter have a momentary relief of success, Lothair exploded his arms to shift his falling direction before regrowing them back with Overheal.
As if they were expecting the shift, a bolt of arrow went through Lothair's throat without him noticing it.
Meanwhile, waiting on the space where he would land, an army of faceless, dwarvish, puppet-like ground golems began to topple upon one another to form a crude tower — twitching in anticipation to impale the holy witch with their pointy limbs.
Seeing the poor attempt to sabotage his landing experience, he ignored the whistling hole on his neck as he Overhealed his wrist bones into a pair of wide lances. He then threw both of the lances at the usurping tower of golems-
Simultaneously, he overhealed the majority of his body with stimulation and friction, creating a hulking burst of smoke from his blood and flesh as they burned all together with the churning wires and steel that was contorting his insides.
A tsunami of steaming black smoke had once again engulfed everything in its way, covering the majority of the demons' ears and lungs as they were burning from inside.
To counter this, numerous purple cloaked demons began to appear on many corners of this accursed playing field. Each of them cast a spell on themselves — to gigantify the size of their heads fifty-four times their sizes and began to inhale every scorching smoke within sight.
After the deeds were done, they were sent back to their respective pocket space to silently rest in peace.
Though, instead of becoming more irritated, Lothair felt a weird sense of pride after seeing those who he tortured to heartfelt had grown to be a menace of demons.
But at the same time, it still irritated him in the end.
"They can just use a collaboration chant for a gale oriented spell..."
Lothair stayed silent for approximately 5 seconds, contemplating and lamenting for what he just perceived.