Now that I think about it... this may be my second to last update... how sad, yet so happy...
Trumpets and fanfares played ahead of them, alerting them to a large group of demons coming from the end of the expanded cave they had entered, at the head of the army a demon with tusks coming from behind his ears walking in like he owned the place.
"Hello Phantom Troupe, it seems as if you've lost a few people on the way here!" he cried cheerily, though Feitan didn't respond in the way he knew they wanted him to.
"And I see that you've lost quite a lot of brothers and sisters. Soon enough you won't have any at all." Feitan chided, gaining a glare from the leader.
"You sure are sharp with your tongue shorty. But that's alright, you just don't know who you're in front of." he smiled, raising his arms in the air dramatically. "I am Beleth Mammon, responsible for eighty-five legions of demons!"
"It's gonna be zero by the time I'm through with them." Feitan spat, taking a step forward and summoning his umbrella forth, pointing it at Beleth gleefully. "And it seems like you're willing to bet that you'll keep them all, am I right?"
Beleth's smile didn't falter, but some of the demons behind him did, a few of them no longer cackling menacingly.
"Oh? My dear human, you have no idea. I am more than willing to bet that, in fact, I'm so sure of it, if you can defeat me here I'll gladly make it known that all of my legions are to be disbanded!"
"There will be no need for that," Feitan grinned, the Phantom Troupe already lining up beside him as he continued to talk. "They'll all be dead before we get to you. Think of it as mercy. They don't have to watch their leader die before them."
Beleth frowned angrily, pulling a sword from his hip as he took a few steps forward, some of his demons following him.
"You're on shorty."
"Good."
And then the chaos began.