[Suzerain of Sheol]

Kasdeja's brow furrows, obviously displeased with Lev's suggestion. "You're not very sporting," comes his youthful cackle. "I was going to show you what my pets can do, but you've gone and ruined the show." He emits an exaggerated sigh. "Well, fine then, you can have your meal, but first..."

He gestures, encompassing all of his follower, some forty men. "All of you... kindly die now."

And as one, they raise their weapons, pressing barrel to temple, and pull the triggers.

Looking utterly unphased as forty corpses slump to the ground amid a short-cacophony of reports, Kasdeja turns back to Lev and says with a hint of sadistic glee, "You never specified living flesh. I hope that's all right."