Enter The Slaughterhouse

On the horizon, there was a black castle with an ominous presence. Surrounding it was a sphere of inscription which slowly began to wilt away. Slightly outside of its barrier, waiting patiently, were May and Taf. They had gone out of their way to greet the demon king.

"Just as you said, he was trapped," Praised May as the barrier wilted.

Taf—"When I first probed Purgatory, it wasn't noticeable, and I had wondered how I survived our clash of wills. This was the barrier that restricted his interference. Now let's take the crown and leave this place".

Creak!—The large black doors of the castle were opened. Finally, the Demon King had walked out with his white scythe in hand. He was like a prisoner stuck in solitary confinement and had now gotten the opportunity to go out in the yard. 

He stood with his spike filled feet upon its red sands. At that moment, he took in the splendid glow of the red sun which hung above.