In the heart of the demon camp, amidst the shadowed tents and echoing chambers, the inhabitants went about their nightly routines. Some honed their blade skills with practiced precision, while others delved into the intricacies of defense magic. A lengthy table groaned under the weight of a sumptuous meal, where demons feasted and reveled in the camaraderie of their kin.
But their peace was shattered by a sudden, deafening sonic boom that rent the air, causing demons to startle and scramble to their feet. All eyes turned skyward as a dark, shadowy figure streaked across the heavens like a comet, hurtling towards the earth with unstoppable force. With a thunderous crash, it struck the ground below, carving out a massive crater that sent shockwaves rippling through the earth.
From the heart of the crater emerged a figure bathed in an ethereal golden light, his eyes ablaze with cosmic power that radiated an aura of divine supremacy. It was Ikaris, the Supreme Being, whose very presence transcended the boundaries of this mortal realm.
"Feel the wrath of Azathoth," he declared, his voice a thunderous boom that echoed through the night. And with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a devastating barrage of lasers that tore through the demon encampment like a scythe through wheat. **Zzap!** The air crackled with energy as demons were incinerated in the blink of an eye, their anguished screams drowned out by the chaos of battle.
But amidst the carnage, one figure stood defiant against the onslaught. The General, a towering figure with eyes blazing with determination, emerged from his tent with spear in hand. With a mighty throw, he launched the spear towards Ikaris, but the Supreme Being effortlessly dodged the projectile with a graceful sidestep.
With a feral roar, the General charged towards Ikaris, his muscles bulging with demonic strength as he sought to confront this cosmic intruder. But before he could reach his foe, Ikaris was upon him in a blur of motion, seizing the General by the throat with a vice-like grip.
As the General struggled against his grasp, Ikaris's golden eyes bore into his soul with a cold, unyielding gaze.
Rising above the night-shrouded clouds, Ikaris soared higher into the sky, his destination clear in his mind's eye. Beneath him, the once imposing camp of an army of ten thousand warriors now appeared minuscule, a mere speck amidst the vast expanse of the demon empire below.
With a swift and decisive motion, Ikaris descended upon the camp like a hawk descending upon its prey. Zeroing in on his target, he seized the demon General by the jaw with an iron grip, his fingers digging into the flesh with a sickening crunch.
With a savage twist, Ikaris ripped the General's jaw clean from his face, the sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone drowned out by the roar of the wind. And with a grunt of effort, he hurled the maimed demon with all his strength towards the heart of the demon empire's capital, the trajectory of his flight a testament to the sheer force behind Ikaris's throw.
Returning to the now-desolate camp, Ikaris unleashed a maelstrom of destruction upon the remaining inhabitants. His cosmic power surged forth like a tempest, laying waste to all who dared to stand in his path.
But amidst the carnage, a portal shimmered into existence, and from its depths emerged Azathoth himself, the Supreme Being of unrivaled power. With measured steps, he strode through the devastation, his presence commanding the attention of all who beheld him.
As Ikaris continued his relentless onslaught, Azathoth's gaze fell upon a lone figure amidst the chaos – a legless demon clad in bloodstained golden armor, crawling in a desperate bid for survival. This demon, a lieutenant of the fallen General, had endured the slaughter that had unfolded around him.
With a gesture, Azathoth commanded Ikaris to lift the wounded demon, who groaned and screamed in agony Ikaris grasped the lieutenant by his back, hoisting him up with a powerful grip. The lieutenant's cries of pain were drowned out by the surrounding chaos as he was forced to face Azathoth.
Azathoth's gaze was cold, calculating. He looked down at the pitiful creature writhing in agony, the last remnant of the once proud army. The lieutenant's groans were a stark contrast to the eerie calm of Azathoth's presence, a final testament to the overwhelming power of the Supreme Being and his relentless enforcer.
"i have a message for your Emperor....like any other ambitious conquerer, I will take each of his cities before he realizes he is being invaded, and by then it will already be too late, but we can avoid this chaos and violence no?, tell your Emperor if he becomes my vassal I will spare him and his family, if not...well, you can see for yourself" Azathoth says and steps aside to show the demon the destruction caused by one being....Azathoth points around the place showcasing what he is capable of and what he will do to the great demonic empire "well you get the idea, my General here will take directly to the emperors door step, you will tell him immediately, and he must answer that very second...I'll be on my way, and remember...your entire empire is on the line" Azathoths final words, Azathoth nodded at ikaris and ikaris flew straight into the sky above, arriving at demon empire capital he tossed said demon above the palace stairs that went straight to the palace doors...
The Demon Emperor was jolted awake by the crashing sound that reverberated through the grand halls of his dark palace. The air was thick with tension as he swiftly rose from his bed, sensing that something was terribly amiss. His guards, with grim faces, entered the chamber carrying the mangled body of his General—jawless and lifeless. Behind them, a barely alive lieutenant was dragged in, his body broken and bleeding, barely holding on to life.
The lieutenant, trembling with fear, tried to muster the strength to deliver the ominous message. His voice was weak, quivering with terror as he recounted the massacre at the camp. "My Lord... the Supreme Being, Azathoth, he... he has laid waste to our forces. He will come for the empire next if we do not comply... He showed us what he did to Velma... their empire... gone, nothing but ashes and dust." His words faltered as the terror overtook him.
The Emperor's expression was one of utter disgust as he listened. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the pitiful lieutenant. Without a word, he raised his hand, and the room grew darker. The lieutenant's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was happening. The Emperor's magic took hold, a dark spell that reached out invisibly and wrapped around the lieutenant's heart. The pain was instantaneous; he gasped and clawed at his chest, but it was futile. With a sickening crunch, the Emperor's power crushed the lieutenant's heart, ending his life instantly.
The Emperor let his hand fall back to his side and surveyed the room. His gaze swept over the faces of his ministers, generals, and advisors, all standing in silence, their fear evident. He spoke with a voice that echoed through the chamber, cold and commanding. "Does anyone else think we should surrender?"
The room remained silent; no one dared to move or even breathe too loudly. The Emperor's lips curled into a satisfied sneer. "Good," he said, his tone dripping with malice. He turned to his minister, who stood nearby, rigid with fear. "Organize a meeting with all my generals and kings. We will discuss our next move."
The minister bowed deeply, quickly scurrying out of the chamber to fulfill the Emperor's command. The Emperor watched him go, his mind already plotting the empire's retaliation. There would be no surrender, no negotiation. The wrath of the Demon Empire would be unleashed, and those who dared to threaten it would pay dearly.
"Come closer" Azathoth said to Diane who obliged immediately
Azathoth wore a silky gown as he Sat relaxed on his circular shaped Bed, his allure working wonders on Diane who was Gagged and fully Naked
Azathoth Simply grabbed her when she drew closer and the Night Faded.....