Irus, the Ruthless

Irus was laughing maniacally. The Princes watched him as he held his stomach, uncontrollably laughing as he watched the giant mark on the mountain that his attack left.

"Irus," Death sighed. "Even your laugh is giving me chills. And they said I was the evil one. Meanwhile you erased those people out of existence."

"He's just the same as before," Leviathan said. "The only person allowed inside the throne room apart from the Guards."

Irus shrugged. "I just feel free as before. A bigger portion of my power had returned although it's not even half as before. But it's alright like this."

Death shook his head with an amused grin. "Let's go to the Purple Palace now. I saw that the Purple Knights have arranged a defensive plan."

"These beasts aren't even sentient," Mammon said. "Are they capable of doing that?"