The Oppressor's End

Adam watched the many military camps filled with swarms of deavas as he cleaved through the sky. Their sheer numbers, size, and strength stunned him. What would happen if their lord guided them outside the abyss? Somehow, he didn't doubt they'd conquer one realm after another with alarming speed.

The thought of subjugating and incorporating them into his army crossed his mind. But he rapidly shook his head, lips twisted in disgust.

These bastards were antique demons with a new form. Their twisted mindsets, unbound cruelty, and hate for anyone but themselves made them too incompatible.

Even now, he could see them kill each other at the slightest disagreement before the victor devoured the loser in a soul-chilling spectacle, while the others applauded him like a hero. So, no, he wouldn't accept them. But did he even need an army?