Seated upon one of the chairs carved with the likenesses of six grotesque monsters, the three-faced fierce god Asura tapped his right foot against the floor in mounting irritation.
Before him lay a lifeless mass of flesh—what had once been a soldier of the Demon King Army.
"Like I said—this is boring as hell!"
The Evil Army torturer clad in white robes, who had been casting arts on the demon race officer to dissect him without letting him die, suddenly burst into pieces.
Confronted with such blatant, irrational violence, the remaining torturers dropped to their knees, fixing their eyes on the floor as they trembled uncontrollably. They knew with absolute certainty that if they failed to satisfy Asura's commands, they would be next.
"Make those demon race bastards submit! Is that really so damn hard to do?! Huh?! Well, is it?!"
Leaping from his seat, he roared at the torturers. The officers of the Evil Army looked on with faint, amused smirks.
In the Evil Army, strength was the sole standard of worth. By that metric, a torturer possessed no more power than a common foot soldier. To the assembled officers, torturers were expendable pawns whose deaths were of no consequence. In a sense, their nonchalant reaction was only natural.
Not a single soul could answer Asura's demands. At that realization, his front face suddenly shifted into one of his three aspects—the countenance of pure wrath.
"Lord Asuraaa, I have an idea."
Medusa, an evil god clad in a revealing military uniform with countless serpents writhing from her head, placed a hand over her chest and stepped forward with a suggestion.
"An idea?! If you're just spouting bullshit to flatter me, I won't let it slide—not even from you!"
Asura barked furiously through his wrathful face, but she merely replied in a singsong tone.
"Even if it were bullshit, I'm suuure it would suit your desires far, far better than anything those incompetents could ever offer."
"Cut the crap! Out with it!"
"Then, if you would lend me your ear..."
Medusa drew close to Asura and whispered into his ear. An instant later, the furious glare on his front face twisted into an audacious grin.
"Fine! That actually sounds fun! Medusa, I'm leaving it to you!"
Nodding in satisfaction, Asura dropped heavily back down into his seat.
"As Your Excellency the General wills."
With a deep bow, Medusa approached the torturers and began issuing instructions.
Immediately, the surviving torturers scrambled into motion.