While His Highness Basilisk fed on guilty humans, nature resumed slowly to starting point since sun came out slowly not to cause withering of uv light spectrum too quickly. Some plants died on contact with light of day, it is given into account of changes. Just imagne how much power of one demon grew over one human year... To 90%. Armies guarding thier mad head of world from unwanted guests had to defeat walking trees on bourder from wastelands, that grew oasis in some rich by water point. Plants are on courpses of demons gaining thier true form, Driads of Revenge. Humans of course are not on thier diet list, but mixed, be afraid. Cities are closed for 21 years now according to activity of sane Master of this new world. It is to keep everyone safe from possible escape. One genocide already happen, three cities completly cleared off residents over one human month. This was only lesson to learn, keep Master Basilisk closed in solid confinment until hunger is over, overdone with protective shields that is too.
Cities gates open thrueout the world, as His Highness converts to thoughtful journey in new envoirment. Having his old pal by his side agev sense of nostagia. Goign to throw trash away with than youngling by his leg, glued to man like to someone that dog considers new dad. It's not different from now. Cloak assured safety of being seen, but monsters and rouge demon gave it away by bowing to most supreme being out here. This time Basilisk has no will to kill innocent witnesses, thinking about eating flesh again in short time pieroid caused only sickness.
He stumbled upon reinforced wall of villige, peering thrue gap he sees happy famlies tending to kids, mothers feeding thier newborns, males of villige preparing quite forceful 'welcome' to intruder. Five tall and muscular males with armors made out of armadillos shells ambushed cloaked stranger. "Oh, guests are taken as intruders? I'll be talking to chief od this estate." omnimous aura spreads like fog on sudden change of weather, but it wasn't Him. It was someone else, phantom of past, Floral Demon's concusness in act. Soldiers bowed to thier God of Forests. He took off hood to reveal past look slowly changing to winged demon with many eyes narrowed on phantomic figure "Regained that much power? Over such a short time? Impressive." fading figure said in echoy voice "You'll regret everything, monster." figure faded completly. Soldiers cowered before revealed shaper of worlds.
People of villige all bowed to so ever recodnized arch demon in hopes to not be slaughtered and respect. Chief of villige prepared fiest of regional fruits as in tradition "This is most rare fruit at the moment, please, try it." Basilisk sniffed cut open green fruit, cringing from burning in nose "Unripe can kill anything, last chance old man. Sugest right friut or everyone here get's to be eaten by my hellhound." old man slid ripe joucy kiwi, peeled of course. God of Dstruction and Creation stated his judgment "This villige get's immunity from any ambush from any party." he used some leftover power to create seal of approval in bounds of villige walls. People of forest are confused as Basilisk left without another word. Chief also connected it to being blessed "I forbid any of you to belive in Floral Demon's protection and it's status among new gods. Blessing of protection is set. Let's be greatful to our Lord Basilisk."