The $yndicate leader who had been dealing with Belial Leviathan lost his weapon to the beast's grotesque form, and wouldn't dare try to take it back. What was gone was gone, and it was better to lose an item than to lose himself to the contamination. A weapon could easily be replaced, but his own life could not. Fortunately, there was support from two unexpected forced, which gave him time to think of a new way to deal with the creature. The $yndicate leader would dart away from the swipe of the Leviathan's body, wherever it was coming from, being EXTREMELY careful not to touch it at ALL.

Yet, it was at that moment that the Peon would hurdle itself at the Demon Lord again, only to the dismay of the $yndicate leader who was with them. "Nooo!!" He cried out, extending his hand, trying to stop the Peon, "You don't need to keep sacrificing yourself! There must be another way!" Though it was clear that the Peon was slowing down the decaying, which should also be killing the Demon Lord if it couldn't spread its decay, that didn't mean that he wanted to win the battle by allowing someone to continue to sacrifice themselves endlessly. That's when he was backed up to the checkpoint that was generating the Peons in the first place. "Why don't you become my new weapon? If you're hazardous to the creature and you're willing to throw yourself away carelessly, why not try to preserve yourself and be more potent by becoming my weapon, and I end up wielding you?" This seemed much more effective than just allowing the Peon to hurl itself and poison the creature. That could only work for so long before they would need something that could actually strike it dead, which it seemed like none of them, alone, had the capability to do.

"Let's let the floating doll spewing the fire keep it distracted for a while, and we go for the killing blow. If it's already poisoned, then when we hit it one good time, we should be able to do some serious damage, and your efforts won't go to waste because you cannot deliver a powerful blow." In essence, teamwork was the best solution, the leader thought, and teamwork was more than just hurling the weakest person out into the front lines for everyone else to escape, despite perhaps popular belief among other less skilled or talented, or, perhaps just less kind warriors that only saw strength in whomever had the most power, and not who could be the most effective. "The doll seems to be acting on its own, so I'm not sure if we can get it to work with us, but we can always work around whatever it's doing and not get in the way." Hopefully, the Peon would agree. "What do you say? Does that sound like a better plan?"

Flame Plushie was having a blast, most literally, beating the crap out of a Demon Lord slave. It was ugly, worthless and the best thing to vent on after being revived from a slumber no one understood. "HAHAHAHA. Ohhh I think it's crying." Flame Plushie smiled, chortling flames from between its sharp teeth. "Okay, let's see if I've still got it." Even though Flame Plushie's true spirit, the Slavemaster, was already departed, being moved by other energies, such as pure malice and hatred itself, and both feeding off of the Wrath of the already upset Demon Lord to grow stronger and also use the same exact wrath against it was what kept the Puppet God in motion. As soon as the Wrath had destroyed the Belial and Leviathan and their hatred, the Flame Plushie would become inanimate again and be burnt up, as well. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR DESIRING ANYTHING AT ALL, FILTH!!!" In addition to the concentrated stream of fire shot from one of the Flame Plushie's hands, in the other, slender streams that were forged into whips that looked like exceedingly long fingers would protrude from the nubby arm and begin viciously and violently lashing the back of Belial until it bled pure fire and hatred, which would thus be burnt up and used to further beat the living dog shit out of this ugly creation. "THAT'S A BAD UGLY!!! BAD!!! SHAME ON YOU, MESSING ALL OVER YOURSELF WITH YOURSELF. THAT'S AN... UGLY!!!" Eventually, the sound of unrelenting cracks of whips and scorching fire drowned out the hellish mouth of the cute and adorable plush doll. "Like a stain on the fucking carpet... WHO'S GONNA GET THAT UP? YOU? YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOURSELF UP, LET ALONE CLEAN YOURSELF UP." More whips. More fire. More lashing. "FIFTY BILLION LASHES!!! IN TRIPLICATE!!!"

By this point, Demon Lord Belial Leviathan was nothing more than a festering fiery wound looking something like a mix between a swollen pus filled wart pouring blood, fire and some sort of unholy binding agent that looked similar to tar and glue. The dragon's head reared up in pain and frustration, and burning tears fell from its eyes as it cried out in suffering and pain. The tears it cried were both toxic and adhesive. After being poisoned by the Peon that sacrificed itself not once, but twice, the intoxicated giant couldn't even spread its influence anymore, which was being ever counteracted by the Peons it consumed like food poisoning.

The beast could no longer speak any words. Instead, all it could do was wail and cry; barely even flail or move. The melting flesh upon its body was now decaying its very bones, and soon, all of it would be no more. The additional fiery lashes that drew out its wrath and left only its sadness and depression left the creature devoid and deficient of all its emotions save for unerring sadness. Its shrieks and screams were like those of a dying baby with strep throat. Already, the Demon Lord could no longer fight, and instead just wailed and cried toxic tears. The tears, being toxic, would still act as decay to the ground and all that touched, because though it was crying, everything that the Demon Lord did was a hazard, because it was a Demon Lord and Belial. Nothing good could come out of anything that was done. Only destruction, even with its own pain and suffering. So, the raining tears were like brimstone, and the toxic tar that poured from its eyes like melting acid. All that it could do was shed tears.

The Peon that respawned after the first two had died to poison the Demon Lord would wait and hear out the words of the $yndicate leader that was talking to it, whilst the Demon Lord suffered at the hands of the doll of fire. This gave them time to converse whilst it was distracted. "What?" the Peon would say, looking up with big, bright, glistening eyes, like that of a child. "You'd really do that for me?" Peon was accustomed to being the sacrifice, and even always ensured that when it was generated, it was something extremely useless in any and every other way except being a sacrifice. Things like 'Decoys' or 'Bait' were the typical standard for every 'Peon,' because they were made to be sacrificed. Yet, never did the lowly creature ever think that perhaps it had a use OTHER than just being thrown out as food or a distraction for another, larger, stronger being to help others that were more useful than it escape. Even in the form it took on now, it was something like a small child with literally no distinguishing features; it did not even have hands or feet, and only arms and legs that came to nubs, like it new completing itself was futile upon its respawn.

This gave new light in the eyes of the Peon, and it became determined to help without sacrificing itself. "Yes! I will do it!" Because the Peon was such a malleable creature, it could take on generally any form necessary. "Tell me what you need and I will take on its form." When the Demon Lord started to cry at its severe beatings, Peon would notice that the tears raining down were also hazardous. "Oh! This is important. The crying of the Demon Lord is not good. Even the tears are poisonous to us. Don't feel for it, or even its crying could end up killing you and making it stronger." As terrible as it might have looked to have to watch such a creature get savagely beaten, to actually stop it and try to encourage a creature that far gone was only going to end up getting all of them sucked into its evil. It was the equivalent of someone playing the victim in a situation to gain the appeal of others in order to have them feel for them and then turn around and corrupt them. "We can't sit here and be touched by its tears. What should we do?" Peon was, unfortunately, also not savvy on anything that was beyond being a sacrifice, which was why it was important for someone like the $yndicate leader to shape and mold it into something better than whatever Peon could do on its own, which was only mold itself into a sacrifice for others.

The $yndicate leader didn't know what he was looking at, quite very frankly. He wanted to feel sorry for the Demon Lord, but knowing it was a Demon Lord and completely evil and wicked put him at a standstill of feelings. "Oh... Oh God!!!" Watching it get beaten to damn near death and not die was a bit too much. He had to put the poor thing out of its misery. It was do a favor to everyone, especially itself, since it was still attempting to live for all sorts of unholy reasons, and something else was trying to get it to die with all types of unholy manners. It was clear the two of them would not cease, so an intervention was appropriate. One that would neutralize and settle everything.

Listening to the Peon, the $yndicate leader knew that it wouldn't be able to do anything on its own. Nothing that was significant enough to actually end the Demon Lord in order to ensure it was put out of its misery, at least. He was the only one would could save them all from this horrible terrible sight. Fortunately, the words of Peon were very encouraging, and also very helpful in putting the actual being into perspective. If it was saved, it would turn on whomever saved it and destroy them selfishly. Watching it get beaten into submission was the only way to keep it from turning and doing something worse, and having it maintained constantly was the way to ensure it stayed in one place. That meant it was a sitting duck and an open target. "... We need to find its weak spot," the $yndicate leader would say to the Peon. "If I shape you into a spear or a lance, you'll be long enough where we can pierce it and I won't get touched. Any other weapon would be too short and would be a hazard for me to get close." He grasped the Peon and began to shape its surprisingly malleable form into something else, like molding clay or hot metal. "There's probably no pleading with that fire doll up there, since it's so focused on the Demon Lord and not us. That also means that if we destroy its target, then it'll also either be destroyed or no longer be a threat. If nothing else, it'll at least have stopped... abusing something." They had to work fast, because the abuse was something that he couldn't really stand to look at for too long. It turned his stomach and repulsed his eyes just as much as the Demon Lord, itself.

"... I'm going to strike it in one of the open wounds, and drive it all the way through. That should kill it dead, especially if we hit a vital... Or... What looks like a vital." As long as they made a solid impact, they should be fine. The Peon was already poisonous, so, even if, by some chance, this one was also lost to the Demon Lord, the poison would finish it off if the killing blow didn't. The $yndicate leader gripped the pole tightly with both hands, aiming steadily. Through the rain of clearly acidic tears and also the wild lashing fire whips, it was a task. He stilled himself and focused intensely, then tightened his grip when he thought he saw an opening. "There!" he cried, rushing in once he saw the opening in the rhythmic pattern of the falling tar tears and the lashing whips. His first and only strike would be right at the open wound that was on the chest of the monster, square in its heart, and drove the lance in as deeply as possible. The situation was dangerous to be so close to both destructive beings so, knowing the Peon would regenerate and he would not, after driving the pike as far as it would go, the leader was pretty much forced to retreat, logically. "Sorry, Peon..." he muttered, running back to the checkpoint after making his mark. As much as he didn't want to have to sacrifice... At the end of the day, for the actual greater good, it made the most sense. Especially since the Peon would definitely respawn. If it killed the Demon Lord and stopped all this madness, he was certain it was the best decision. He hoped that this wasn't done in vain.