Long sleep washed away any worries from Frolar Demon, until he woke up to reality, in cell, quite nice one. Nice looking meal sat on table, teasing him with bloody flesh and side snacks... To be fair, sleep can cause uncotrolleble hunger, so he couldn't stop eating when fruits and other non-flesh food ran out. Decicion was easy, eat or starve to madness. "Are you done with food? We have to talk. Guards, escort him to throne room, in cloak." soldiers handed cleaning supplies and hooded cloak, waiting for 'guest' to finish being ready for official audience.
Basilisk sat on throne with wings folded acting as blanket from cold breeze, only human staff is allowed to witness what's about to happen. Cloaked figure escorted by guards to doors is now essencialy trapped in most secured chamber of Lair. "You don't have to bow, son. Dear humans, there's a reason I gathered all of you here. You already know fate before you, embracing last fiest should had given idea. Passing trail for Prince. Protect yourself Peter, they are going to fight for thier freedom, unless you end thier misreble lives yourself." almighty ruler of world took goblet of fresh blood, sitting in throne to enjoy show "Entertain me and show loyality, or expirience another outwordly trip to slavery eras. As for ou, humans, do your best, those who manege to hurt him badly will take place in ranks of Wasteland Dwellers."
Wasteland Dwellers is special operations group below cities ranks of warriors. Only elite and broken humans who don't care if they die today or go to live another day can acces privliges of not being eaten at all. Only way to get in is rarely held iniciation of trust and loyalty for doubted demons.
Peter never really liked voilence. "Without living plants around? Wold it be fair?" Basilisk sighed "It's trust test. Kill them and withering effects will pass away." Floral Demon turned back to memories of combat training in past. Never wanting to watch blood spill, skillfully slashing thrue each throat, it felt too natral for him, it scared him... Basilisk clapped amused "Perfect, you do remember my teachings of combat. As promised, withering is now leaving area. If you'll try to attack now, real death will happen to you, void is eternal."