⚠️ **CONTENT WARNING — STRONG THEMES, DARK HUMOR, SINFUL DEMONS, SUGGESTIVE BEHAVIOR**
This chapter contains:
• suggestive themes
• disturbing demon behavior
• dark comedy
• mild sexual undertones (non-explicit)
• intense sin-related personalities
If you dislike content involving heavily sinful characters acting in morally questionable or inappropriate ways, you may want to skip this chapter.
Meanwhile Benjamin, Ivan, and Clard were eating, let us move to the meeting held by the Demon Generals.
In a hidden world of ruin—no life, no sound, only wind scraping across dead earth—stood a colossal castle radiating a suffocating black aura. Anything foolish enough to approach it simply ceased to exist.
A perfect meeting place for the seven Demon Generals.
At the end of a long corridor was a massive chamber, a war table large enough for giants, perfectly suited for their gatherings.
Seven generals existed, but one towered above the rest—
a giant humanoid encased in molten armor, magma leaking through the cracks of his flesh. Pure violence made manifest.
**Raz'Goth, the Blazing Tyrant. Authority of Wrath.**
**Raz'Goth**: "THEY KILLED ONE OF US! AND WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?!"
He slammed a hand on the table, and the thing **screamed** under the pressure.
A skeletal demon drifted in next, wrapped in floating relics and cursed treasures, each humming with stolen power.
**Vel'Raziel, the Insatiable Collector. Authority of Greed.**
**Vel'Raziel**: "Calm down, Raz. Think before you erupt. Again."
His tone was gentle, but the glint in his eyes said *he was enjoying this*.
**Raz'Goth**: "I CAN'T 'CALM DOWN.' THAT'S LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF WRATH!"
He roared, shaking dust from the ceiling.
Vel'Raziel sighed and looked around.
**Vel'Raziel**: "…Only four of us are present. Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust."
**Raz'Goth**: "I'LL DRAG THE REST HERE MYSELF."
He stormed out, scorching the floor.
**Vel'Raziel** (muttering): "Hotheaded volcanic trash heap…"
A soft, sultry voice chimed next. A breathtaking demoness appeared, six wings shadowed in seductive darkness.
**Seraphine Noctivera, the Crimson Temptress. Authority of Lust.**
**Seraphine**: "Mmm… that boy Clard. He's cute. Very cute. I may pay him a visit."
She fanned herself dramatically, her aura warping into suggestive illusions.
**Vel'Raziel**: "Please refrain from projecting… *whatever that is*… in a meeting."
**Seraphine**: "No ♥"
She blew a teasing kiss, sending a heart-shaped shadow that burst against Vel'Raziel's face.
Vel'Raziel groaned and walked out before his greed made him try bottling the emotions she was radiating.
Only two remained: Lust and Gluttony.
A towering demon slithered out of the darkness, countless mouths whispering in unison.
**Gor'Mund, the Endless Maw. Authority of Gluttony.**
**Seraphine**: "Gor'Mund~ You want to indulge with me? I promise I'm a very… filling distraction. ♥"
**Gor'Mund**: "Absolutely not. I'm hungry, not suicidal."
Seraphine blinked—rare for someone whose sin should be irresistible.
Gor'Mund lumbered out, leaving Seraphine pouting alone in the chamber, her illusions flickering between images of Clard.
Back at the cafeteria—
**Clard** sneezed.
**Clard**: "Weird… is someone talking about me?"
**Benjamin & Ivan**: "If anyone is thinking about you, they're probably already mentally unstable."
Clard's soul took 200 emotional damage.
**End of Chapter 18**