Lord of Entertainment

(3rd Person POV)

The demon's sudden appearance left everyone paralyzed with a mixture of fear and awe. His materialization defied explanation, and the casual display of power - sending a Champion flying with a mere finger flick - demonstrated strength beyond comprehension.

Both Sacred Knights and followers maintained their distance, the followers particularly uncertain despite the demon intervening on their behalf.

Lance struggled to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth as he studied the figure intently. "This level of power... You're no ordinary demon. You bear the mark of demon royalty."

The demon's faint smile carried centuries of authority. "Perceptive."

"What brings one of your station to this place, your highness?" Lance asked, carefully wiping blood from his lip.

"Simply..." the demon glanced at the followers behind him, "protecting those under my faith."

Lance's eyebrows shot up as he looked between demon and cultists. "You're part of this cult?"

The Sacred Knights immediately shifted into defensive stances. Jier leaped to Lance's side, tension evident in his voice. "Careful, Lord Ashford. This demon's presence speaks of power beyond our understanding."

"I know," Lance muttered, his eyes hardening. "That single flick showed me - our combined strength wouldn't scratch him."

Fear crept into Jier's voice. "What options do we have? Should we withdraw?"

"I might stand a chance using eighty percent of the Staff's power," Lance said grimly.

"My lord, no!" Jier protested urgently. "At that level, the Staff could consume your very essence!"

"We have no alternative." Lance's fingers tightened around the Staff as forbidden knowledge flooded his mind, dark spells becoming available through his blood pact with the artifact.

"Are you certain?" Jier asked, knowing full well the price - death at worst, or complete corruption at best, awaited those who drew too deeply from the Staff's power.

Lance exhaled heavily. "What choice remains?" His eyes fixed on the demon. "Had we known a demon of such power served this cult, we'd have summoned higher-ranking Champions, perhaps even the Angels themselves."

Jier nodded in grim agreement.

This demon's power rivaled the top ten Champions of Solarus - a realization that chilled them both.

"What schemes are you two whispering about?" The demon's voice cut through their discussion.

Lance exchanged a meaningful glance with Jier, who quickly retreated to a safe distance. Lance raised the Staff, preparing to unleash its darkest spell.

Among the followers, excited whispers spread. "Did you hear? He's one of us!"

"A demon this powerful serves our Lord!"

"Truly a worthy champion of Dionysus," another added with evident pride.

Their chatter died as Lance began his incantation. The atmosphere grew heavy, as if reality itself recoiled from what was coming. All light seemed to drain from the area, concentrating in the cobra-head of the Staff, its eyes beginning to pulse with unholy radiance.

"He's preparing something terrible!" a follower shouted in alarm.

"Brother, be careful!" Another called out to their demonic defender.

Lance completed his charge in mere seconds, dark energy coalescing into something that made even the air scream. "This ends now, demon!"

He unleashed a beam of concentrated destruction - blood-red lightning wrapped in shadows that promised oblivion to anything it touched.

The demon lifted his hand casually, a simple ring glinting on his finger.

The {Devourer Ring} activated, and before everyone's disbelieving eyes, it simply... swallowed the attack. Lance's ultimate technique, powered by an Abyssal artifact, disappeared as if it had never existed.

The Sacred Knights stood frozen as their minds struggled to process what they'd witnessed. Their voices erupted in panic:

"Impossible! That's impossible!"

"The Staff's power - he absorbed it like it was nothing!"

"Not even the highest ranked Champions could do that!"

Lance stared at the ring, his tactical mind trying to analyze this new threat.

'That ring... what kind of artifact could negate an Abyssal weapon?'

But before he could form any conclusions, darkness crept into his thoughts.

Annihilate... destroy... obliterate... The Staff's whispers slithered through his mind.

Lance clutched his head, his face contorting as he fought the invasion. Blood trickled from his nose as voices of destruction echoed louder, demanding release.

"Lord Ashford!" Jier noticed his commander's distress.

"The Staff - it's affecting his mind!" Burt shouted, recognizing the signs they'd been warned about.

The Sacred Knights watched in growing horror as their mighty Champion battled not just an overwhelmingly powerful demon, but the corrupt influence of his own weapon.

***

Arthur studied Lance's deteriorating condition - blood now streaming from his nose, eyes, and ears. That last attack carried immense power, but the price seems steep indeed, he noted, gaze settling on the Staff still clutched in Lance's grip.

"Hold on, Lord Ashford! Your faith will see you through!" The Sacred Knights rushed to support their leader.

Lance responded by unleashing a blast of raw power, sending his own men flying backward. His eyes had changed, now burning with an unnatural hunger for destruction.

"Demon..." Lance's voice carried echoes of something ancient and malevolent. "Under Solarus's light, I will annihilate your entire cursed race. Starting with you!" He pointed the Staff at Arthur, dark energy crackling around him.

Arthur's eyebrows rose slightly as Lance charged. The corrupted Champion moved with newfound speed, his fist carrying power several magnitudes greater than before. The impact against Arthur's chest produced a thunderous crack, pushing the demon back several feet.

Jier watched intently, hope kindling in his eyes. *Lord Ashford may have lost his mind, but this power... he might actually defeat this demon!*

The other Sacred Knights exchanged knowing looks. Though they'd lose their captain, the trade seemed worthwhile - they could eliminate both a powerful demon and this troublesome cult. The glory would be theirs alone.

Jier, Burt, and the others shared meaningful glances as Lance continued his assault. Though each hit merely pushed Arthur back slightly, they saw opportunity in their leader's sacrifice.

"While Lord Ashford occupies the demon, we'll eliminate these cultists!" Jier commanded his knights. "Strike now!"

"Yes, Vice-Champion!" The Sacred Knights charged forward, weapons raised against the followers.

From the control room, Elena and Joshua sprang into action. Their fingers flew across the control sphere's surface, causing walls to erupt from the ground, blocking the knights' paths.

"The demon's keeping their leader busy - we must hold out until he can assist us!" Joshua's voice carried urgency as he manipulated another section of the maze.

Elena nodded, though her eyes kept drifting to their mysterious defender. Something about his face tugged at her memory, but the crisis demanded her full attention.

Meanwhile, Arthur weathered Lance's berserk assault. The corrupted Champion had devolved into pure rage, each attack wilder than the last.

"Die, demon filth!" Lance's voice distorted with the Staff's influence. "I'll purge every last one of your kind!" His attacks came faster, more desperate - a flurry of strikes enhanced by dark power. Blood continued streaming from his eyes as he pushed himself beyond mortal limits.

"The Staff demands annihilation! Total destruction!" Each word brought more blood, more darkness clouding his mind, yet his attacks grew stronger even as his sanity crumbled.

Arthur tired of toying with the corrupted Champion, especially as he watched the Sacred Knights advancing on his followers. Time to end this.

In a display of martial technique, Arthur's movements became a blur. His palm struck specific points on Lance's body with devastating precision - throat, solar plexus, base of the skull.

The Champion's eyes rolled back as he crumpled, unconscious before hitting the ground.

The Sacred Knights hadn't even registered their leader's fall when Arthur appeared among them. They caught only glimpses of movement before precision strikes rendered them unconscious.

He avoided lethal force, but ensured they wouldn't wake anytime soon.

With the threats neutralized, the followers gathered, eyes fixed on their mysterious defender. Joshua and Elena approached from the control room, questions evident on their faces.

But before anyone could speak, Arthur simply... vanished, taking the unconscious Champion and his Knights with him. No flash, no sound - they simply ceased to exist in the space.

The followers exchanged bewildered looks, their mysterious savior's identity remaining a tantalizing mystery.

Joshua's contemplation broke as his status scroll chimed: [Congratulations for defending the Dionysus HQ! Reward: 800 FP]

He released a heavy sigh of relief, noticing Elena doing the same as she received an identical reward. They'd survived - and their home remained safe.