>>19335128The immortal overlord of the Underworld claps his fins, and in return summons a disfigured Carnivine into his scorching chamber. This Carnivine is messing a good chunk of his vines, severely handicapping the infamous Levitating ability of his species.
His plant-like jaws have also overgrown and suffered a case of britbong teeth crookedness, some of them becoming so jagged that they pierce through his own face, leaving him a constantly bleeding bug catching venus fly trap demon...corpse thing, that just sort-of drags himself around everywhere.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he's also missing an arm and one of his eyes is a stitched-up button stand-in for the real thing, and he's chained to a cement block that hampers his movement even more. The poor little shit can't hover, even if he wanted to.
Once the Carnivine makes it to the gigantic throne at the far side of the chamber, he pauses to take a big huff of air before speaking.
He does so with a shrill, chilling lisp, "Shhhhshhhshhhhhhhh... What can I do for you, my ironically-named mashhhhterrrr?"
Using his powers of intricate evil, the Seaking summons a garbage bag loaded with empty bottles of assorted lubricants, banana peels, and Dodrio gullets. It pools into a musty, stank-ridden pile of gunk in front of the servant.
"Carnigore, take out the garbage, it's all moldy and gross, and it vastly conflicts with the drapes I have up."
Slinging the sack over his shoulder, Carnigore cocks his head, "Shhhhshhhshhhhh... It shaaaaaall be dooooooneee.... Issshhhhh there anything elssssshhhh?"
Satan nods, "INDEED THERE IS. Bring me the head of a venomous guitar player with zero talent!"