If only it could of been done faster, but doing so would of injured the Janitor or worse have him become a meal, along with every ghoul and spook that gripped at his hide, with Indulgence itself, but even then he had to consider it would of taken just as long or longer. The right chemical reaction, the right temperature of stomach acids, maybe letting a small nuclear furnace generate massively within his own bowels? Not even he had messed too much with such things, even now the ability, The Second Stomach, was only every introduced due to the nature of the Castles "event". Normally Niz would of simply just hit, got hit, hit, got hit and then strike down with tooth and nail till he either blew up again or had his next meal. Indulgence groaned loudly, only a 50 50 chance for a meal doing things that way, what was he thinking? It hurt to think but Indulgence could not stop. Re thinking, over thinking, the cauldron of his inner stomach acids changing and morphing within, a test of just how much his inner hide to shield and muster to form new ways to further "eat" his way into future victories. He groaned again more loudly as he spilled upward from the pool of shadows he found himself slipping out of, having making much time and distance from the throne room. The Abyss was vast but oddly so vast that this plain seemed so much smaller, well smaller in terms to a super natural Castle of great power. Any normal Castle and bam he be where he need to be, but the Castle was deceivingly bigger then it looked, bigger on the inside as some would say.
Either way he was late, his Lord having summoned him a good 20 minutes ago, and he was late. Usually Niz would simply snicker and say "Ooops, wrong turn three different times" but this was Indulgence, the very thought of disobeying or failing his lord ached his mind that rummaged with so much thought and for thought. No wonder he never thought things out before, it hurt and it made him thirsty, hungry, TERRIBLY HUNGRY, as steam spilled from his gullet and floated outward a bit to a nearby tree, dissolving it within seconds as it trailed over it and the miasma consumed it.
"My Lord."
The Lesser mewled out and took a knee, eyeing over the see the corpse of some huge scaled beast, draconic in origin, laying there with the might cleaver Nugric deep into the chest cavity of the creature. Indulgence simply flashed his pale gaze over it, then over Gluttony, then back to it, oddly the idea of explaining his lateness would maybe save him some issue, but then again giving lip and excuses seemed to unbecoming of a lesser. He will answer if asked, that is the proper way, Indulgence assumed as the lights upstairs, so usually dim and nonworking were a flash and spark of life. It would be obvious to his Lord that something was very different about Niz, if this was even Niz at all...but it had to, No one else but Gluttony could give out the title of Indulgence.
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