2 Works by Masky_Writer in Original Work
Herion forgot nights could feel calm, until he met Molla.
Executions were common where the sisters lived. In their slavery.
They weren't called them, but that's what they were.
People got sick of their slaves. Of their toys. In hopes to have one last moment of fun, they decide to kill them in front of an audience in "creative" ways.
Creativity only goes so far before the well runs dry, but other Demons were forced to watch anyways, no matter how old gutting someone got, or how tiring it got to see another head roll off the guillotine.
A reminder of their place in this life.