Deep within the depths of the lower world known as Helmand, the stench of the air was putrid and the sun was nonexistent.
The castle of the Demon King was quiet except for the sounds of bones cracking and shrieks from random demons echoing through the halls.
"Please!… Please master!… I'll do an-anything you want!… Ple—" one demon begged fervently for its life just before its head was turned in a three sixty direction, and all its bones were completely cracked and shattered to pieces.
It wasn't even given any time to scream or cry as its body was mercilessly mutilated, Destro stood off in the corner, eyes totally dead, waiting for the next order from its creator.
