[center]The demon of chaos takes the whip without even flinching. In all truthfulness, it hurts like the Dickens. However, That will not give Shukra, or the Master for that matter, the pleasure of seeing him in pain. Besides, the power he had gained from the commotion this little argument had caused has more than made up what he has lost. The demon takes Anithar's condolences with a nod of respect, for that being is one of true chaos, and looks directly at Shukra and says, "[color=38034C][b]I thought Cats always landed on their feet.[/b][/color]" and follows that up with a sly smile. That then slinks back into the shadows and teleports back into his room, where he finds his humans conversing amongst each other. 

 "[color=38034C][b]Humans,[/b][/color]", That Which Consumes Peace almost mutters in his deep, hollow tone, "[color=38034C][b]We shall begin training now.[/b][/color]" That begins to whisper into the minds of each of the humans. Instead of urging particular acts, he urges the general idea of chaos and being a vassal for it's power. The demon urges the many, many techniques of causing chaos among a family, a community, an army, even a whole kingdom that he has knowledge of. He urges that the humans be loyal to him, and only him. While he cannot completely rid the humans of the memories of their past lives he could urge them to push the memories to the very back of their minds, focussing on other things instead. By the time he is done the eight men are completely mentally drained and puke paints the cave walls. 

Satisfied, That Which Consumes Peace announces to the humans, "[color=38034C][b]Well done. You all shall be rewarded with a feast and rest.[/b][/color]" He then disappears and returns with a grand meal of pheasant, duck, beef, carrots, peas, corn, and wine. It is a meal fit for a king. Slowly, the humans recover and begin scarfing on the food, grateful for the nourishment. That Which Consumes Peace watches over them, quite pleased with the way the humans handle the mental assault.[/center]