Harmonia and the demon which tackled her appear in...

A massive, massive hall.

It's like she's in a castle. A castle with a ceiling so high she can't see it. A dark, dark void when looking up.

The rest of the hall is dimly lit by flames that glow bright, bright red. Like her eyes. and Thrall's eyes.

She and the Demon land against the cold stone floor, a spotlight in the darkness. Lit bright and clearly unlike the darkness and red glow from everywhere else.

When looking around.. She can't see walls. Or seats. Or anybody. Just glowing, bright red eyes. All around. Everywhere. Various sizes. 3 walls of eyes.

But, when she looks right to her left?

Terrifying. Massive eyes staring right at her. 2. Massive eyes. Bigger than her standing on her toes. Surrounded by smaller eyes.

"W̵͊̊ ̷̊͑H̷͋͝ ̷͐͊Ớ̶.̶͗̈́ ̸̏̑W̴͆̈ ̴̑̾H̴̾͠ ̷̔͝Ȍ̴͂ ̶͒̈́S̵̀͘ ̶̀̔P̷͑͘ ̷͂͒L̶̦̔ ̵̾͘Ǐ̶̈́ ̴͊̚T̷͌̈́ ̵̉̉Ṭ̵̀ ̷͑͠Ḧ̸̕ ̴̑̄E̴͛͝ ̸̎͌I̷͒̕ ̶̓͒R̶̃͒ ̷͋͒S̴̔̈́ ̸̌̕Ò̸̀ ̴͗͆U̷͘͠ ̷̉͠L̶̍̕ ̶͒͘Ḟ̸̆ ̸͈̈O̶̎͛ ̷̑̇R̶̰̆ ̵͒̉Y̸̒̆ ̷͋̄O̸̅ U ? ᴵ ᶜ ᴬᴺ ˢ ᴱ ᴺ ˢ ᴱ ᴵ ᵀ. 𝕀 ℂ ℝ 𝔼 𝔸 𝕋 𝔼 𝔻 𝕋 ℍ 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕆 𝕌 𝕃."

Harmonia's eyes widen fearfully as she tries to back away, knowing its futile

"I..."

But nothing comes out. Just pure terror from the little demon.

"𝐓 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐌 𝐄 ."

SLAM. A massive clawed hand (that takes up the entire fucking floor, trapping her between two of the fingers) is slammed onto the ground, shaking the whole place. Murmurs and chittering fills the hall. A finger is missing from the hand, gnawed off. The hand is bloated as fuck. Gashes cut into it's exoskeleton shine a blinding red

"Ƭ Σ ᄂ ᄂ M Σ П Ө Щ ."

Harmonia yelps, shaking.

"T-thrall- d-do I have to say his true name?"

She's trembling, absolutely terrified of the pure power of this being.

Silence fills the hall.

".̸͛̋ ̶̐͒.̵̀̅ ̵̈̕.̴̎̓"

"HIM."

"THE ¿H⊥OW ˥∩Ⅎ⊥IԀ"

Laugher erupts from the hall. Chaotic, loud, echoing, demonic laughter. Overwhelming.

She covers her ears.

"H-he's not pitiful-"

"ų ŋ ც ɛ Ɩ ı ɛ ۷ ą ც Ɩ ɛ"

"ֆ ǟ ƈ ʀ ɛ ʟ ɨ ɢ ɛ ."

The hand closes around her, squeezing her between two fingers. It hurts, obviously, but the hand is stupidly soft. Like, squishy soft. FAT soft.

She is lifted up.

"𝓨 𝓞 𝓤 . 𝕳 𝕬 𝖁 𝕰 𝕿 𝕳 𝕰 𝕾 𝕺 𝖀 𝕷 . 𝕆 𝔽 𝕄 𝕐 𝕎 𝔼 𝔸 𝕂 𝔼 𝕊 𝕋 ℂ ℝ 𝔼 𝔸 𝕋 𝕀 𝕆 ℕ . ˙ S Ǝ ˥ Ɔ ⅄ Ɔ ᴚ ∩ O Ⅎ ⅄ ⊥ N Ǝ Λ Ǝ S N I"

Harmonia yelps, struggling.

"ᵢ B ₑ ₗ ᵢ ₑ ᵥ ₑ. ﾉ ｲ ﾉ 丂 ｲ ﾉ ﾶ 乇 ｷ の 尺 卂 千 乇 卂 丂 ㄒ !"

The audience ERUPTS INTO CHEER! The beast which holds her giving a deep, distorted, demonic cackle.

"𝙈 𝙔 𝙈 𝙀 𝘼 𝙇 ."

Harmonias fucking terrified and struggles, trying to claw her way out of the hand.

"No no no-"

This beast's sick, twisted maw begins to open wide, like a crack forming in the earth right down into the core, glowing a red brighter than the sun.

It's teeth are gnarly. Twisted. Incorrect. Sharp and jagged and serrated. You would rather be burned alive than bit by those.

Harmonia tries to do anything to escape, on the verge of tears.

"NO NO NO I WONT DIE AGAIN-"

It cackles louder.

"𝐂 𝐑 𝐘 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 . т є α я ѕ м є α η卂 ᗪ ᗪ 乇 ᗪ 千 ㄥ 卂 ᐯ ㄖ 尺 ."

Harmonia snarls and struggles, her eyes glowing redder.

It dangles her over his maw. Looking down is blinding.

The audience erupts into chaos, mauling and tearing each other to shreds. There are shrieks of pain and blood splattering everywhere. Souls torn out and eaten. Flesh consumed.

Harmonia struggles harder and in a moment of desperation, prays to someone long gone.

She whispers, "Nammu- if youre around at all please help-"