And like that, Deprave's foe was dead. "Unconscious", rather, and much more easily than expected, but nonetheless defeated and out of the way. And when one has destroyed a dangerous foe, what else can one do but throw both fists into the air and release an almighty, primal roar of triumph that echoes throughout the entirety of whatever building you're in right now? Which is exactly what Deprave did. Shortly after which, he scooped out the brain from the Cambion's skull with one massive hand, stuffing it into his mouth and savouring the fatty taste and chewy texture before he swallowed, blood and gibs running down his chin throughout the endeavour.

'AND THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING!' he continued to yell, once his initial triumph was indulged in, somewhat directing his speech at the ex-prisoners of the place whilst gesticulating with Blackgore. 'THERE'S AN ARMY COMING, AND YOU'RE ALL BEING ENLISTED INTO IT! GUNS, DESTRUCTION, CONQUEST! EVERY FOUL ACT YOUR HEART COULD DESIRE WILL COME TO YOU, AND ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS WAIT OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF THIS PRISON!' As he spoke, he noticed Snog's attempt to talk to him, and eventually sheathed the macuahuitl to pick, first his two shotguns, and then the groinless drunkard up from the ground, resheathing the weapons and hoisting the loon over one shoulder in an effortless fireman's carry.

'AND THE PRIZE AT THE END?' he continued, caught up in his glory even as he began heading back to the exit. '[i]EARTH! ITSELF![/i] WILL BE OURS FOR THE TAKING! THE REIGN OF THE DAMNED OVER THE LIVING WILL BE GLORIOUS, INFINITE, AND ETERNAAAL!' Once more, he allowed a primal scream to emanate from his throat, just to further encourage the already-screaming crowd, before finally taking leave of the building, heading out to the front to [i]holy crap Jonathan turned into a girl.[/i] That was... no, surely not? It [i]was[/i] his armour, but the head which would otherwise have been inside its helmet was female... or was he pretending to be a guy all along? He didn't know.

But honestly, he didn't care either. This was an opportunity that couldn't just be passed up so... wait, no, shitting bitch tits. If he raped her, the rest of the party would probably try to kill him. "Try", of course, being the major term in that sentence, but they were useful for their abilities! Easily some of the strongest pawns working for him so far, other than the little bitch-boy who was missing an arm- and what a coincidence, he'd been next to the girl-knight the whole time- and that flimsy rat-thing Kritch. He didn't want to waste effort on reacquiring new minions, not when these ones had decided to willingly work for him, and they were necessary evils anyway, considering the ever-so-important nature of their rescued prisoner. So alas, he'd have to hold back on any sexual assault for now. On the other hand, manipulating them into sex was always an option too, not that he often had need of it, so he'd have that to work on, for her and the other women travelling with him, and there were others, of course. For the time being, though, he simply strolled over to where maybe-probably-girl-Jonathan and the arm-lacking bitch were, ready to go whenever the transport got there. Where was that, anyway?