Standing at the edge of a cliff that overlooked dark black fire dotted mass that spread for as far as Bane's eyes could see. This was the city of Cleaverland; home to nearly five million demons if he was to believe Princess Misery.
"How do you plan on getting rid of the Demon King and his army?" Misery asked from her place beside Bane.
Over the last month he had all but ignored her unless it was for direction, or to watch over him to sleep. The only thing that remotely intrigued the creature was his ever growing collection of multi-colored demon hearts. He had only eaten a few the entire month, but he still seemed to be getting stronger.
"Plan? I don't have one," Bane said plainly, and Misery gave him an incredulous look.
"What have you been doing the entire time?" She asked, then turned up her nose. "It was clearly not me, or even talking to me!"