The Demons must have been very rebellious, disobedient children because they didn't heed Spectra's words at all. Or perhaps they did; when it came to the Mother of Demons, 'playing' and 'killing' were likely synonyms.
So the angry red monsters set out to kill her.
Spectra only smiled at her cute babies.
Then she lifted one hand and outstretched it toward them, her red smoke rolling and curling around her in lazy, hungry ribbons.
"Come out, my younglings," she purred, her voice sweet with terrible amusement. "If your siblings will not join you calmly, then bring me their ghosts."
The smoke behind her thickened at once.
From within it, the Demons she had mass-tamed in Hebthej poured forward like a living tide.
They emerged in layers of red and black, their bodies no longer dull and earthbound but blazing with a crimson glow that pulsed through their limbs and eyes.
