At the sound of the imp's Laughter the demonic hoard suddenly stopped in their tracks, clearly they were not accustomed to being found quite so amusing. Leading the pack was Deckler who looked over himself and his gang to see what was quite so funny. The confused expression on the oversized brute's face made Pugward Laugh all the harder.

“What are you waiting for idiot, kill them!" Eluria's screeching voice called out as she squeezed between Deckler and the demon beside him to see what all the commotion was about. Seeing the Laughing imp she did a double take before rationalising the laughter to herself.

“It is obviously mentally ill.”

Pugward was desperately grasping onto his sides as if the laughing had begun to physically hurt him.

Malika Looked down at her only hope for freedom and couldn't help but feel concerned.

“Pugward?" She called his name tentatively.

"Sorry." His Laughter died down to a series of uncontrollable giggles.

“It's just...well look at them!" Pointing his small clawed hand at the great hulking monsters the sorceresses had summoned he broke down into another giggling fit. Finally he got to his feet and walked to stand between them and Malika, barely suppressing his laughter.

“What? What is it?" Seeing that Pugward was apparently not insane Eluria demanded to know what he found so funny about her champion.

"C'mon, seriously? It's Like a fuckin' Chippendales concert. We were wondering where all the meatheads were disappearing to from the darks realms and look, here they all are!" He shook his head, still chuckling and making his large bat-like ears flop about in the air.

Deckler took about a minute to realise he was being insulted and then roared in a way that made the large room shake with his rage. Fire burst forth from his skin Like a volcano exploding and the Large mantle of black horns that covered his head and shoulders was Lowered before he charged toward them.

The other demons followed suit. When Malika turned to look at Pugward for help she found him holding a large umbrella and a smaller one for himself. He handed the larger one to her and then opened his own to lift it over his head. She had never seen an umbrella before but rapidly copied his actions in the hope it would cast some kind of protective shield over them in the face of the oncoming charge. The large rainbow coloured canopy opened above her head. She saw that Pugward's was bright orange with yellow polka dots. This did nothing to reassure her.

When the umbrella's seemingly did nothing Malika shut her eyes tightly and braced herself to be torn Limb from limb. Then she heard a familiar click of the small imp's clawed fingers and heard several loud bangs filling the room. When she opened her eyes what she saw once again made her jaw fall open in shock.

The demons staggered and fell one by one clutching their heads, their faces contorted in expressions of agony as their skulls slowly expanded. One by one their heads exploded sending jets of gristle and gore up into the air. The final one to fall was Deckler, his massive hands trying desperately to hold his head together by force before it popped like an unsightly boil and his body slumped to the ground. Needless to say they were all very, very dead.

Each sorceress looked on with a similar facial expression to Malika's as one by one their demonic thralls fell. Shortly after each of the infernal creatures met their end their mistress soon fell unconscious to the ground often with a disturbing thud. The umbrella Malika was holding so tightly that her hand had gone white offered her protection against the downpour of brains, bits of skull and flesh that were now busy falling about the floor.

“And that, kids, is why steroids are bad." Pugward stretched out his hand from beneath his umbrella to check it had stopped 'raining' before pulling it closed and throwing it away.

Malika was still clutching her umbrella tightly when Pugward hopped between the few spots on the floor unstained by demonic entrails toward the fallen sisters.

“How did you do that!?" She squeaked when she finally found her voice again.

"I told ya already!" He called back over his shoulder as he came to land beside Eluria, the unconscious former High Sorceress. "These silly bitches have been barkin' up the wrong tree for centuries. Demons don't like mortals who revel in evil. We got enough o' that where we're from." His long spidery fingers slipped into Eluria's long violet coloured hair and pulled her head up to let him see her face. "So when these idiots summoned up anythin’ they were only gonna get the dregs o° the underworld like Tiny over there." He cocked his thumb over his shoulder toward Deckler’s headless corpse.

Realising she was still unnecessarily holding the umbrella, Malika let down the canopy it offered and dropped it to her side before she gracefully followed Pugward's tracks toward where he was standing.

"But I've read all about the demons that have risen over the years. Some are said to have the ability to tear this world apart if they had ever been let loose." Malika Looked down on the face of the former High Sorceress as Pugward peeled back one of the woman's eyelids to see that her eyes were now a glazed shade of green instead of their former crimson.

"Well judging from the fuckin' state of this lot I wouldn't be shocked if they'd made it all up. I mean think about it. Every time a chosen one of Lagria summons an infernal and gets eaten alive because her spellwork sucks monkey balls they'd have to emphasise on how powerful the demon was so the whole company didn't look bad." Pugward let Eluria's head fall back on the ground. It landed with a harsh thud against the hard stone beneath her.

“Is she dead?" Malika found that for the first time in her life she really wanted to cease someone's existence.

"Nope, just seriously fucked up. When I blew up her pet it cut her off from all that magic her brain's gotten used to over the years. It ain't a pretty experience for someone like you to lose all that in an instant. Brain shuts down whilst the body adjusts. She's alive tho', only way she‘d die by Tiny getting killed would be if she tried ta kill ‘im. Demonic contract stipulations and all that." Pugward walked around Eluria's body and with a grunt of effort he rolled her over onto her back.

“What should we do with her?" Malika asked, bending over slightly to see what exactly what the imp was up to.