Confrontation In The Nether Realm

As the word *"disgusting"* escaped Thalus's lips, he flicked his fingers with an effortless motion, his disdain practically radiating from him. Then, with a voice cold and sharp, he uttered, *"Ignite."*

The air itself seemed to tremble as an infernal light erupted from Thalus. "you flit should know your place in the dirt." 

The demons, devil riders that had swarmed the skies were immediately engulfed in an unholy blaze. But these flames did not merely burn—they tore. 

The fire slithered through the air like sentient serpents, piercing their bodies and tearing them apart in grotesque displays. Flesh boiled and bubbled, splitting open in gory bursts, revealing bones that blackened and cracked under the heat. Wings disintegrated mid-flight, their tattered remains spiraling down in ash-laden arcs. 

Some of the demons screamed—a high-pitched, guttural wail—but their cries were quickly drowned out by the sickening crackle of flesh rending and bones snapping.