No time to spare

The Helltown mayor's throne room was located on the highest floor of the tallest building. The vast area was completely covered in black smooth rocks. His throne reached the ceiling, embellished with straight geometric slabs. A group of his most trusted demon and minion advisers had formed a perfect semicircle. The thing in charge was smiling, with his head leaning on his upright arm.

"Do you remember the good old days when the world was far easier to manipulate? We could do all sorts of things. Like, sending the hoarders to ransack a place. We would order some to take the children with them, just so that their mothers would beg for them back. They would screech and cry, pleading for their safe return. And they would return! Decades later! As part of enemy forces to kill them all!" he roared from laughter, as if just saying the funniest story in existence. "Oh, how fun that was!"

They looked at him in awe, awaiting his orders.

"How are the maggots doing?" he said.