Poster Boy

"A Devil? Show us the Devil!" The subordinates roared.

They all knew whom Dreamer was talking about but to keep the spirits high, they all acted like a real crowd. They roared, they cheered, they did everything a crowd does when they see their favorite person in front of them.

The subordinates nailed their acting in being a crowd. They did it so well that it didn't even look like they were acting.

Anyway, Dreamer didn't care whether they were acting or not. He just made sure to give them what they wanted.

"My Sixth King, everyone, is that very same Devil. He is…"

Dreamer raised his right hand towards the devil and roared :

"The King Of Hell, Azazel!"

Everyone clapped and Azazel stepped forward.

He raised both of his hands in the air and from his palms, two magma rockets flew off towards the ceiling.

They reached a considerable distance and a few seconds later, they blew up, making it appear like fireworks.