To Finish The Job 2
A sharp, mocking laughter tore through the expanse of space, echoing with an unnatural resonance that sent shivers down every spine.
The sound carried with it an oppressive dread, and when they turned to look, the source of the laughter was revealed.
In the distance, Belakor and hordes of demons from the royal demon families surged forth, their forms a chaotic display of terrifying variety.
Wrath demons with hulking, fiery frames left trails of flames in their wake, their molten skin cracking with every step. Greed demons, clad in gold and shimmering jewels, bore clawed hands that seemed to grasp endlessly at the void, their eyes glinting with insatiable hunger. Gluttony demons lumbered forward, grotesque and bloated, their mouths filled with countless rows of jagged teeth, devouring anything unfortunate enough to cross their path.