Souls touched the long banner like beautiful and adorable hair. It was so soft and tender. The power of the spirit guided the lengthy slogan like the ocean. The long slogan bloomed under the black light. The light formed the face of the long banner. Huge firefly symbols floated around. Silky black breath permeated the dark mist, and the world echoed with a thread of complaint and resentment, shaking everyone observing it at the table.
"I want, I want!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Framework, destroy everything in the world."
Satan laughed, "These are the souls from the place of complaining coffins. I've captured thousands of souls. Hundreds of them are humans. They torture them every night, letting them live instead of dying. Their souls are filled with complaints and hatred, surrounded by coffins of complaints and hatred. Tonight, when they encounter these priests, my collection may grow by many."
Satan's words enraged those present, and the bloodthirsty crowd cheered.
