Flame Plushie did not give a single fuck. Everything that wasn't beating the living dog shit out of the Demon Lord of Envy just for being the Demon Lord of Envy and for literally no other reason was completely and absolutely irrelevant to every degree possible. There was only one focus for Flame Plushie. There was only one intent. All of it was to literally beat the Leviathan to an inch of its life, have it recover, then repeat the process indefinitely and eternally. The two of them would never move from this spot, and Flame Plushie would never tire of nearly destroying, healing, and then nearly destroying the Demon Lord of Envy over and over again. They were both a conundrum and a paradox and a loophole, and Flame Plushie, as a Puppet God, had no issue with doing one thing for its entire existence for the rest of eternity. None whatsoever.

"THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO TOUCH OTHER PEOPLE'S THINGS, YOU FUCKING DOG." The searing whips were like serrated blades on the fingers of the Demon Lord, slashing up the tiniest intricate parts that hadn't decayed. Fingers, ears, nostrils, eyelids and other non-vital, but still extremely painful, torturous places would be both cut and burnt instantaneously with each lashing, and more open wounds were made. The entire creature was nothing but an open wound by the time they'd gotten this far. Yet, Flame Plushie did not believe the demon of Envy had gotten enough punishment for simply being itself, and perpetuating envy. Therefore, Wrath, too, perpetuated ceaselessly, simply because Envy perpetuated ceaselessly. "DO YOU WANT SOMEONE ELSE'S THINGS NOW, HM? HOW ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE'S PAIN AND SUFFERING, TOO, SINCE YOU DESIRE SO MUCH!?!?" At that moment, Flame Plushie started to draw in the wrath of other beings, strictly and solely because Envy desired other people's things. Therefore, Envy would receive all of their burdens along with the things that it desired. The Demon Lord would receive every punishment and every affliction for everything it even thought of desiring. "I just don't know where we went wrong to even get something like you." Flame Plushie nearly sounded like a distraught parent. "What did someone have to do to get you and spawn LIKE you? Eh?" The Hellmouth was no joke on Flame Plushie. It was the Puppet God of Hell, itself.

"Hmmm. I don't think this beating is enough. No, this won't do." With fire still streaming and whips still alash, and even the Hellmouth open and pouring out hateful destructive words of scorn, it didn't seem like a good enough punishment. "... Ew, is that thing crying? Hahaha, that's disgusting~! Ewwww~! It's shedding tears like it has feelings." Flame Plushie laughed. "YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU TRIED TO TOUCH SOMETHING THAT WASN'T YOURS. NOW WHAT ISN'T YOURS THAT YOU DON'T WANT WILL TOUCH YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY. MUAAAAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Flame Plushie concocted even harsher conditions for Demon Lord Belial Leviathan, just because it was still alive and wasn't dead. "Even AFTER you're dead, I'm going to beat your carcass to second death. BWAHAHAHAHAHA." So, Flame Plushie would release heat beams from the eyes made of pure scorn, laughing all the while, and spewing out a hellish flame out of his laughter, whilst still whipping and burning the Demon Lord. "Damn why is there even anything left? You just can't beat the shit out of a lowly ugly anymore and do it right." He shook his head. Then, shot an even more powerful heat beam, and even greater torrents of fire from his mouth, and even more intense lashings from his hand, and even more concentrated streams of hellfire from the other hand.

Belial Leviathan suffered the worst and most horrible terrible destruction of all time. The crying of the creature became so bad, its voice was hoarse and burnt away by its own toxicity. Its eyes were rotted out by its own tears, and the tortures that were done unto it by its oppressor left it basically completely crippled in every way, shape and form. It was not dead, and it would seem like nothing, absolutely nothing would end its ungodly terrible pain.

That's when it hit. The final blow; the one that struck right in the heart. It screamed silently, for its vocal chords were no more, and its flesh was nearly completely melted from its bone. The last strike was surely the killing blow, and put the Leviathan out of its misery. Fallen, the creature dropped to the ground with the lightest of thuds, for its weight had all gone away with the decay of its bone structure and the brittleness of its form. In its dying gasp, it could only muster one final phrase. "... thank... you..." and, without even the next utterance of a breath, it was gone. All of its physical form was rotted away, and there, in the pool of tar, would be the Peon, still alive, and not contaminated.

Demon Lord Belial Leviathan was slain.

As awful as everything was to both experience and witness, the $yndicate leader was relieved when the Demon Lord Belial Leviathan was defeated. He sighed heavily and slumped over, looking somewhat worn. He pondered Leviathan's last words, wondering if that was just the poison talking. When he looked up, he noticed that the Peon was still alive. "Peon!!" He was so relieved, considering what had to be done. It didn't look like he was contaminated or anything, so the $yndicate leader would begin to rush over, ready to hop over the tar puddles and pick up Peon.

"HOLD!!!" cried a voice from on high, making his way down the mountain. His body was nearly all aflame, with armor encasing the flames and condensing them into the form of a body. It was the $yndicate leader's superior; the general of the $yndicate, and the leader of the leaders, who had both ascended and taken on his new and true form as Lord Patience. Though his appearance changed, his armor was still distinguishing as the general. "Don't touch it!!" He made his way closer to his companion, slowly, explaining along the way. "I saw what you did. I've been watching for a while now." He was able to see his comrade's Kindness and was thoroughly impressed. "However, I bid you not to make such a rash decision just because of your good heart. For, that 'Peon' as it is called could be very much just as contaminated just from contact." There was a fine line between being kind and being reckless, and Lord Patience, the $yndicate general, was well aware of it, even over his very compassionate teammate.

"S-sir!" The kind one exclaimed, rather shocked. He would straighten up and salute as he was spoken to, listening attentively and not moving any closer. "You look different! I know it's you. You must have been blessed!" Each of the leaders of the $yndicate knew what it meant to be blessed, and considering his superior's transformation, it was clear that the Holy Spirit had come upon him and blessed him, causing him to ascend into a greater, holier form than before. Seeing this gave hope and light to the eyes of the subordinate, who was attentive to the words of his superior.

Lord Patience nodded his burning head in acknowledgement, yet did not stray from his thoughts nor his speech. "I am Lord Patience now, after being Lorded by our Lord and Savior," he decreed devoutly, now finally nearing his compatriot, "And, with this blessing, my eyes see what yours may not. This is why what you did was the best solution. I saw that you did not want to sacrifice the Peon, but knew that if you became contaminated, you would spread the contagion. It's things like that which make the difference." He lowered his head solemnly. "I would not want to have to cut down a friend for such a reckless mistake. Especially one that can be corrected." Lord Patience looked up and over to the Peon that was still stuck in the ground as a spear. "Though the Peon lives, the Belial also is still alive. Those puddles, though inanimate, are still highly infectious, including to the Peon. That may be the next vessel that the Belial uses, which is why it is best if we don't approach nor touch the Peon because it both touched the Leviathan and is also surrounded by the residue." In a tactical sense, especially considering the safety of all and the greater good, precautionary measures had to be taken. "This doesn't mean what you did was wrong. You did the right thing. What would be wrong would be leaving the Peon without checking to see if it is okay." Lord Patience, living up to his name, was insisting that the two of them wait a bit to see the outcome. "If the Peon isn't contaminated, then of course, for his noble actions, we may salvage him. However, if his contact, even just that tiny killing blow, has in any way tainted him, we must destroy him to prevent Belial from spreading down the mountain. Especially to another Demon Lord." Lord Patience had seen what Belial had done with the Demon Lord of Wrath up the mountain, which was why the Wrath followed him to Envy and destroyed him because of Envy.

The kindly $yndicate leader, who was concerned for the Peon and what he had to do to end the battle decisively, was relieved to hear the reassuring words of his superior. He was questioning and doubting himself because he thought that perhaps, his actions were selfish or were hypocritical, considering he had only just said he didn't want to use the Peon as a sacrifice. The reassurance eased his heart. "Well, what do you suggest we do, sir?" While they were waiting, it seemed best to attempt to think up a plan of salvage, or destruction, in case either scenario should present itself.

"We wait to see the status and condition of the Peon as is, without interfering," Lord Patience would decree. "We will speak on what to do in either situation, should we have to destroy it or if we're able to save it."

The two of them agreed and waited patiently to see what had become of the Peon that was left in Demon Lord Belial Leviathan's stead.

Whilst Flame Plushie was busy beating the dog shit out of Belial Leviathan until the very last breath, Flame Dancer, Flame Plushie's Wicker Man 'Fire Golem' slave who had come along with Lord Patience would silently hover over in his stream of eternal burning flames toward his master. From his slender stickman arm, he shot a stream of fire at the excess goop that had fallen all around, burning it all to nothingness where he concentrated his flames.

"Good work, Flame Dancer!!" the Flame Plushie commended him, "Clean up every last scrap of this... FILTH!! BAHAHAHAHA!!!" From the looks of it, the actual Demon Lord waste was dead now, and there was no need for Flame Plushie to continue to beat the dead horse, even if he wanted to. "When all of the atrocious unsightly mess is gotten up, then we'll lose our powers until next we are revived." Flame Plushie did have ascended knowledge about his own capabilities, even if his spirit was already departed and gone down to the base of the mountain to deal with the matters of Kuroppoi's revival; all to only the Slave Master's spirit's knowledge. Slave Master ruled over all Hell, so when his spirit was released by TATARI, it began its transition down the mountain. "Set fire to the path when we're done with this ugly thing. We're going to need to heap those dead bodies onto the burning ash pile." Flame Plushie shuffled his nubby cute plush toy arms together maliciously.

... Belial could see that things were getting bleak, despite the blatant resistance and feigned surrender. Where they believed that he had been destroyed, the Demon Lord of Envy had simply become completely and utterly subservient to even the point of defeat in order to remain attached to life and living. Little did he know, there were being coming to clean up the fullness of its remains and leave nothing left. Moment at a time, Belial Leviathan grew weaker and smaller, and thus, like a trapped rat, began to panic.

"... You were supposed to accept my apology..." the creature grumbled in a weak, decrepit voice, bubbling from the tar-like corruption that was spattered about, which was swiftly being burnt up. "... Why didn't you accept... my thanks...?!" The Peon, which had been contaminated on contact, as it seemed like the others has foresight about, would lift up from the ground and assume the form of a grotesque insignificant speck. This was the Demon Lord of Envy clinging for dear life that he would not be destroyed, having found a new way to rise up with a new vessel. The speck of corruption, which was the lowly Peon that had been consumed, was no larger than a fetus, but was dappled with black corrosive adhesion that kept the vessel moving. The mind of the Peon, as a sweet and generous being, had been rotted out by Belial, and now was nothing but a new vessel for him to cling to in order to escape. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" it screeched, uncaring about anything except its own life.

Before the final blow was struck, Belial Peon would dash for dear life, holding a terrible grudge on the ones still trying to destroy him, despite having made a form of gratitude, which he expected to be greeted with affection. When this did not happen, the Envy started to show, and the grudge showed up in every single tiny movement of the tiny Belial Peon, whose heart also was being decayed by the black sludge that was Belial. Every step taken and every move made, due to the grudge, left a tiny trail of waste that stuck the feet of Belial Peon to the ground. The will to live, however, in any means or manner possible, no matter what measures had to be taken, far outweighed sensibility and logic. Where its feet were stuck, Belial Peon tore them from their tainted flesh and continued to move down the mountain, and, layers of skin at a time. Belial Peon grew smaller and smaller with every move, and the pain of tearing the thin layers of skin from up off the ground was immense, but not as immense as the sheer will to cling to old life. Horrible, terrible ripping sounds followed him where he went, but he swiftly escaped, wailing and crying all the way down to the next area.