The Wrath of the Corruptor

In the depths of the Eternal Void, a realm beyond reality’s veil, where shadows writhed like living serpents and the air reeked of primordial corruption, the six remaining demons gathered in emergency around a black obsidian table etched with pulsing runes. The room was an infinite abyss, illuminated by ethereal flames dancing in shades of red and black, reflecting the chaos that had set in. The chessboard carved from fallen heroes’ bones was shattered, its pieces—miniature representations of the heroes—scattered like debris. The fall of the red moon had shaken the balance, and the defeat of Prideon, the Pride, was a blow echoing like a scream in the void. The demons, incarnations of the capital sins, expressed their fury in a chaotic overlap of voices, each fighting to be heard amid the disorder.Iragor, the Demon of Wrath, a mass of twisted muscles with skin red as fresh blood and curved horns like blades, slammed his fist on the table, cracking it further. “This is an affront! The moon destroyed? Prideon defeated? How dare a mere glitched hero?!” His roar echoed, making the ethereal flames tremble, his voice laced with uncontrollable rage.Gulthar, the Demon of Gluttony, obese with multiple mouths scattered across his flabby body and teeth sharp as knives, drooled as he spoke: “Prideon was weak! But the moon... I could have devoured it! Now, our plans are in ruins. The Corruptor has forsaken us!” His voice gurgled, full of hunger for answers, while saliva tentacles stretched across the table.Avaron, the Demon of Greed, slender with skin golden as melted gold and emerald eyes greedy, crossed his arms, his ring-adorned hands gleaming. “This is an unacceptable loss! The moon was an artifact of power—I could have hoarded it! Athos is a greater threat than we imagined. We need to retaliate now!” His voice whispered poison, full of covetousness for revenge.Slothar, the Demon of Sloth, a lazy mass of gray slime with half-closed eyes and slow-dragging tentacles, yawned: “Why all the fuss? Prideon failed... let’s sleep and let the Corruptor handle it. Effort is useless...” His sleepy voice irritated the others, but his sloth was a barrier to immediate action.Lustara, the Demon of Lust, seductive with sinuous curves and purple skin like poisoned wine, hair writhing like serpents, purred: “Prideon was too arrogant... But Athos, this glitch... I could have seduced him, made him a slave. Now, our plans are ruined. Let’s hunt him!” Her voice seductive masked fury.Envyra, the Demon of Envy, lean with greenish skin and envious eyes shifting color, hissed: “I envy Athos’s power! He destroyed the moon that gave us strength. Prideon was weak, but we... we can be better! Let’s destroy him and steal his glitch!” Her venomous voice echoed, with claws scratching the table.The chaos in the room was palpable, with overlapping voices in a tumult of accusations and disjointed plans, the table trembling under Iragor’s fists and Envyra’s claws. But amid the disorder, a shadowy presence materialized at the room’s center—the Corruptor. His appearance was a colossal silhouette of absolute darkness, a living void with undefined contours, as if reality bent around him. His eyes, pools of black abyss with pulsing red veins, glowed with malignant intelligence, and his intimidating aura made the ethereal flames recoil, the air chilling as if death itself breathed. He exuded supreme authority, his voice a thundering whisper that silenced all: “Silence, servants.”The demons froze, their voices quelled by the Corruptor’s presence. He continued, his voice echoing like a final judgment: “The moon fell, and Prideon was destroyed. But that is irrelevant. Athos is the main enemy—a force weighing on the heroes’ scale. He challenges the balance I wove. Now, hear my new plan: I will face Athos personally, or rather, face the Desolate Continent. Meanwhile, you will attack the other realms with renewed force, without mercy. The offensive begins now. Let chaos reign.”The demons nodded, their eyes gleaming with obedience and hunger. The Corruptor vanished into shadows, leaving the room in charged silence. The six demons exchanged glances, and Iragor growled: “Let’s destroy everything.” Gulthar gurgled: “And devour the rest.” The meeting ended, and the gears of chaos began to turn again, with the Corruptor orchestrating an offensive that threatened to plunge the world into eternal darkness.