Sala then took you to a place the local demons just call The Farm. Looks like originality is just as abundant here as the rest of the universe.
Apparently it is one of the VERY few plots of land that are somewhat stable and therefore can be used for the purpose of growing food.
Well... mainly just grow whatever weed is capable of surviving in this environment as well as less... tasteful things. According to Sala one very... creative thing they do here is kidnapping weak demons and fatten them up so their meat is nice and juicy. You know from experience that demon meat is incredibly sinewy so that's not a dumb idea, only ethically dubious. Especially if you consider that they also BREED these specimen like cattle.
"So... we take out the farm and-"
"We cut off the royal courts food supply."
"Looks like it's well guarded..."
"Yeap. Lot's of Greater Demons. If you're unlucky even an Elite or two might show up."
You swallow nervously. "What? Chicken?"
"I'm surprised you even know what that is..."
You return your gaze to the farm and start thinking. As you see it there are three possible ways to handle this.
There is not much of a choice, is there?
You nod to yourself and turn over to Sala.
"Okay. I'll handle it. You stay here and get ready to bolt when I get back... Or when things go awry."
"Wait! What are you-"
"It's time to display what I can do."
Pocketing your hands you take a deep breath and casually start walking downhill.
Sala tries to reach out and stop you but she realizes she shouldn't shout right now and stops herself. Still she can't figure out what the hell could've possessed you to act like that.
Walking forward you start steeling your senses, becoming keenly aware of each and every individual demon walking around the compound. Anytime you see you're about to enter someones line of sight you use time-skip to reorientate yourself. To Sala it must look like you're blinking all over the place. But to you it's nothing special.
Without anyone noticing you get into the pens where the "pigs" only have about a second to become aware of your presence before you use a single Flash Fist Crush to kill them all simultaneously. There was nothing to consider there. They were in such a decrepit state after their prolonged captivity that they couldn't survive out there. It was mercy.
Now onto the produce. That was a slightly easier task. You took what you learned to heart and with a simple snap of your finger let out a spark which rapidly grew into an all consuming inferno. As the demons scattered to extinguish the flames you made your way to the crops that are still growing and similarly ended them.
Once everything was said and done you walked back to Sala, kneecapping the few demons that were carrying water and got in your way. That should be enough to slow them down so they won't be able to save anything. Getting back to Sala you gave her a coy little smile.
"Impressed yet?"
The two of you watch as everything burns to ash. There was simply nothing the remaining demons could do, you did too good of a job sabotaging everything at once. And as the farm burnt to a crisp Sala couldn't help but speak up.
"Holy shit... What was that?!"
With a cocky grin you rub your nose as you respond. "Didn't think I'm just a shoddy mage, did ya? I may have given myself the name Doomslayer but... There is a reason why the Demons stuck with it!"
As you take pride in your work however something else comes up. Sala urges you to get down as a big powerlevel approaches your are. She then lets out a little curse.
"Shit... Looks like someone saw the smoke."
"Trouble?"
"You could say that. That guy right there is an Elite. He must've noticed the commotion.
Well so much for that. The guys down there are good as dead. They'll hang for their failure. Or worse."
"Hmmmmm...."
"Don't." She says that and only that.
You slowly look over the demon and realize that he's... roughly around the same power level as Caulifla and Kale. In their base form.
Despite being a monstrous boar demon he's not really the source of nightmares you were expecting.
Good. That's certainly something you can work with. He can still kill you in one strike if you are careless but luckily you were trained better than that. "Hmmmm..." You muse to yourself which makes Sala concerned.
"I told you not to!"
"Hmmmmmmm....."
"ERIC! NO!"
"Eric... yes!"
You slide down the hill and don't even bother to hide your presence from the demons.
Though they don't immediately notice you, there is an easy fix for that. "Hello there!"
They all immediately turn to you. Some are surprised, a few are quaking in fear, but your target merely seems annoyed. "Oh... so it was you! The mortal! At least you have the dignity to face the punishment for your crimes!"
"Mortal? That's Doomslayer for you! And no, I just saw my little present attracted you here and I came back."
"Hmph... so you came to fight me? Your arrogance will be your grave! I am one of the Demon Kings generals! General Yao! And after I have my way with you, I'll drag your head back to his lordship! That will surely ease the pain this little arson of yours caused?"
"Fight you? Oh nonono my friend! I came to assassinate you!"
The horde of demons in front of you suddenly falls silent. It takes them a couple of moments to process this. But when they do, their reactions are predictable.
"AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH!" They all laugh in unison, some are even on the verge of tears.
Yao however quickly gathers himself to mock you. "YOU IDIOT! DID NOBODY TELL YOU WHAT ASSASSINATE MEANS GYAHAHAHAHAHAH!!" But then you suddenly vanish from sight and appear right in front of him and drive your palm into his stomach.
"GAH!"
He looks down at you and you look up, smiling. "Oh I know how you're supposed to do it. But I don't need it. Not for you."
You pull your hand out of his stomach and the pig falls on his knees, saliva trickling down the side of his mouth.
Despite not being able to breathe he does his best to stand up and insult you as you walk away. "Y-You think this is over?! G-Get back here so I can show you-"
"So uncivilized. But no matter... You're already dead."
"H-Huh?" The boar looks down at his hands as a strange sensation overcomes him. His body begins to shake uncontrollably and he's loosing himself.
"Null Fist. Earthquake strike."
The pigs shaking gets more violent until it suddenly stops and so does he. His now lifeless body falls to the ground and as it hits the dirt the other demons just scatter. Once the area clears and Sala slides down the hill you loose your cool and give her a little V sign with your hands before turning back to the pig.
"Come on baby! Daddy needs some new clothes!"
Completely befuddled by this display Sala just stares at you like the monster you are.
"What... are you? How do you function?"
"Humans. Memes. That's all there is to it.
Now come. Help me drag this guy back home. Imma cook a FEAST out of him!"
"Oh-ohkay... Just promise to not eat me!"
"I'll only do that if you ask for it."
"What?"
"NOTHING!"
After carrying your "spoils" back to base you quickly got to processing the dude. After skinning him you put aside his pelt to later turn it into a pelt or a cape, you haven't decided yet. Parts of his skull you incorporated into your bone mask like some fucked up lego. His meat being even harder and denser than the average demons is practically inedible. But it'll serve as an excellent gravy.
His bones and guts however will serve as your main course. Pulverizing and mixing the two together you form little balls consisting mainly of liver and deep fry them in the pigs own fat. You'll serve it with the gravy you made before. As a side you picked some vegetables, washed them thoroughly and served them as they are, skin and all.
Most of the nutrition is in them after all.
Whatever you had left was pretty much unusable so you buried it so it may fertilize the ground a bit. And throughout the whole process Sala just watched you with a mixture of awe and confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking?"
"Coo-ooking?"
"Holy shit... You guys don't cook?"
"No? We don't even know what it is."
"It is an art I've been honing for a while now.
Even though I haven't realized it before... I'm kinda good at it. Somehow. Tell you what! Invite Mr Grumpy in here and I'll show you."
She does as you asked albeit hesitantly. Ken however outright refuses to share even space with her. So he decides to remain outside.
Awkward but not unmanageable. They both stare at the bowls of food you hand over to them and examine it cautiously.
"It's... it's steaming." Sala observes.
"D-Do you want to end my life Majin? If so... may I request anything other than poison?
Or is it not a pianful one?"
"It's not poison! It's food!"
"I've... seen food before. Pretty sure this isn't it."
"No Sala. You haven't. Now shut up and EAT! Like this!"
Demonstrating to them that what you produced isn't toxic, fatal or otherwise dangerous you dig in and enjoy what you managed to cook up from so little. Over all the entire dish could use some more seasoning but you simply don't have access to ANYTHING like that. So it'll have to do for now.
However as you look up from your meal you see the puzzled expression of the two demons as they can't make heads or tails of the thing in front of them. But after witnessing you eat heartily Sala manages to gather up the courage to try out some of your cooking.
She plucks out one deep fried ball and extends her... surprisingly long togue and wraps it around the meatball like a snak coiling around its prey.
The moment the food touches her tongue her eyes shoot up and her tongue retracts uncontrollably. She reaches for her mouth with both hands and clamps it shut. Her black and red eyes begin to slowly twinkle, making her look quite adorable. "Mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmm!"
She giggles to herself.
Meanwhile Ken seems... more and more hesitant about eating. "I... I can not eat this!
This... thing is unnatural! And certainly heretical! Especially if this degenerate can enjoy it!"
You slam your hands down. "That's enough! I can understand you not wanting to eat my cooking! But can you stop insulting her for just ONE SECOND?!"
"No Majin... I'll serve you, I swear by it.
But this wretch... I can not tolerate her! This... THIS BITCH! I saw her talking to you! Trying to poison your mind with her... abnormal ideas! And you're letting her!"
"No, I don't. Now learn your place or I'll teach it to you! And just to remind you I am not a demon! I don't see anything wrong with her!
Also, eat your food, or I swear by Lord Champa I will shove it down your throat!"
Upon hearing this both of them shut up and stop doing anything. They both reach for their mouths, instinctively covering them.
"What are you doing?"
"You said it!" Sala answers your question.
"You spoke the name of he who shan't be named!"
"Who? Champa?"
*GASP*
"Okay. What's going on?"
"Majin... The name of the destroyer is taboo...
We dare not say it for we fear he may hear us!
Y-You must be so brave!"
"Y-Yeah... Sure. Anyway-"You reach over to his bowl, grab a handful of meat balls and shove it down his pie-hole. "NOW EAT YOU BASTARD!"
He protests furiously but in order to not choke he must comply. With his mandibles he chews the food and his eyes shoot up.
Letting go of him he sits up and stares at his own stomach. "W-What is this? What's this sensation? It feels... good... but wrong! But good! But WRONG!"
"Good. You have something to occupy yourself with." You point at a nearby rock.
"Now you go there and think long and hard about what you just experienced.
Oh-" You pull him back before he leaves.
"And one more thing. We humans have a saying. If you have nothing nice to say, don't speak! Think about this one as well!"
"Y-Yes..." He then silently shambled over to the stone slab and sat down on it where he contemplated what he just experienced for roughly a day.