A throne room

Momonga walked the endless hallways of the bandit base. Until he heard screams coming from ahead, he picked up the pace, eventually arriving in front of a door.

'Finally'

He slammed the door open and the same room shook at Momonga's strength. What he saw next wasn't pleasant by any means; Claire was hung up, shocked for a full hour. Her eyes were cloudy, like hope was drained out of her. Her beautiful clothes around Momonga were tattered and ripped, and abundant skin was showing. But a man was on the sideline. He was constantly laughing like a man that has gone insane.

"Hahaha! Shock her again! again!" Marcus said as he was entirely entertained.

But... then Claire noticed Momonga, and her lips moved ever so slightly.

"Momonga..." She stuttered as if Momonga's presence made a sliver of hope return.

Momonga turned toward the man laughing constantly, and approached. However, he was stopped by his four guards, but Momonga, in a pit of anger. Smashed all of their heads into the ground, their flesh splatting everywhere. He then threw them over to a wall, the splatter of blood painting it.

Momonga then walked behind Marcus, standing tall and casting a shadow over him.

"Huh?" Marcus said as he turned around.

"So... you like torture, do you?" Momonga said, lifting his hand up into the air.

"Yes, I very much d-" Before Marcus even finished his sentence, he was sent flying into the wall. His left arm was cut clean in half, bleeding profusely.

"Now, since you enjoy torture so much. How about you experience it yourself." Momonga said, approaching Marcus yet again.

"WAIT! NO! LISTEN, I CAN GIVE YOU MONEY, WOMEN; YOU SEE UP THERE THE ELF ON THE CONTRAPTION, I'LL GIVE YOU HER FREE OF CHARGE!" Marcus said in sheer panic.

Momonga reached for his mask, slowly taking it off.

"I don't need your pathetic deals, as I'm here to show you true pain. By the time I am finished with you, you are going to wish I would've killed you right here and now." Momonga said.

However, Marcus, using the ring on his figure, looked into Momonga's mind trying to find a way out. But... something strange happened; he found himself in an expensive throne room, flags flying high from the walls, large pillars, a black carpet leading up to a majestic throne, and chanting.

Quantus tremor est futurus, (Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth)

Quando Judex est venturus, (When from heaven the Judge descendeth)

Cuncta stricte discussurus! (On whose sentence all dependeth)

Mors stupebit et natura (Death is struck, and nature quaking)

Coget omnes ante (All it bringeth)

Coget omnes ante thronum (All before the throne it bringeth)

Marcus was then forced outside of Momonga's mind and looked straight into Momonga's eyes. His undead facial structure, his red glowing eyes... it... was... Death...

Screams echoed throughout the hallways, and a gurgling sound was quite apparent, as shocking noises and the smell of burning flesh were also apparent.

Momonga finished with Marcus, turned back to Claire. He unlocked the chains holding her up, and she fell into his arms.

"I'm sorry that I am so late... Now, let's go somewhere safe," Momonga said as he started to walk out of the bandit base toward the Great Tomb of Nazarick.