Percy's POV

THE demon masters perish in their millions. They don't see us coming and are helpless in the face of our wrath. We sweep through them like a cosmic wind, obliterating all who pose a threat. We don't torment those we kill. Unlike these vile monsters, we're not evil-hearted and don't wish to cause pain. I'd be lying if I said part of me doesn't enjoy the cull, but I don't revel in it. Beranabus and I just fight using our full power and potential to take them down.

Then we move towards the last Him we save for the end. The rest are vipers to be crushed. We go about our work dispassionately. But with the last one, it's personal. It's payback time, and I know that when I look into his dark red eyes and see the final flame of life flicker out, I'll be so ecstatic I could burst.

"Welcome again, my young friends," Lord Loss says, clapping cynically. "You have grown in stature since your last visit. Your incineration of the demon masters was impressive, Dervish would approve." Beranabus snorts and raises an arm "you've bin a pain in my ass for a long time Loss, now its time for you to die" he shouts firing a beam of pure energy through the demon lord ripping him to shreds. " wellll...that was anticlimatic" Percy laughed." Alright Good job, bro. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it." Beranabus glared at Percy "we are not finished" he growled."And then shawarma after?" Beranabus rolled his eyes "fine" he groaned "just shut up."