Another addition?

As Frostin and Lola were engulfed by the forms of the fluffy, frosty animals, he saw a new screen appear.

After he saw the screen appear, the egg fell into his hands, as he teleported to his throne, and the shell immediately began cracking, leaving a miniscule Snake in his hands, “Might be a bit overused, but you’ll be Jorman, The Worldeater.”

As Frostin said those words, the nearly microscopic Snake surged in size, as it was instantly ten feet long, and crawling about the chamber at surprisingly high speeds.

“Ok, make that six…” As Frostin was enjoying his life, his new family had abruptly grown larger by one, leaving a wide grin on his face.

After roughly five hours of enjoying the clamor of his beloved pets and child, he set out for another expedition, as he walked towards the altar, leaving Lola concentrating on the pets, particularly the brand new one, as he set the ceremony into place, and before long, he heard the voice of a merciless killer.

And ignoring the words, he accepted, walking through the portal alone.

…

Standing in an underground chamber, a tall, wiry man, looking as evil as anyone could ever appear, Dolver Vedranis III, Baron of The Hills of Vedranis, after his father’s untimely ****, a fatality of unknown circumstances, but in truth, it was obviously the fault of Dolver, as he waited for a response, a compensation for the lives of the seven peasants he’d given to summon a demon.

And then, after a minute or so, an odd red surge showed signs of the demon finally responding, as a truly monstrous demon stepped through the abruptly appearing red door.

And then, as Dolver Vedranis III stood before this otherworldly entity, he began with his requests, “Sir Demon, aid me in becoming the King of Eldreada… I shall grant you a great many souls in return…”

As the ghastly man made his demands of the demon, Frostin stood there, hearing his every word, as he pondered his options. Would he choose to help the evil man fulfill his aspirations, or should he give this evil man the fate he deserved?

What would be the right thing for him to do? It was quite obvious, to Frostin, as he stood towering before the cruel human…

“I, the Demon you’ve summoned, have decided your fate… You shan’t be the king…” And as Frostin said this, he shoved out his hand, grasping the evil man by the throat, as an absurd flurrying of crimson and magma combined, as Frostin was instantly spat back out into his castle, evil man in hand.

“What…? Where have you brought me, you foul creature…?” Dolver Vedranis III, a monster of a man, though not of a strong stature, he was weak in both mind and body, as he was held in the deathly grip of Frostin’s throat, as he simply started thrashing about for his life.

But Frostin simply snapped the man’s neck, dropping him to the ground. And as he stood there, in front of his family, they stared back at him, and before anyone said a word, Lola flew about through the air, landing upon his shoulder, she simply stared at him, an expression of awe on her face, “Daddy… Was he evil?”

“Yes, Lola… He was.” Frostin spoke softly, as he lightly continued, “He wanted to be the king of a kingdom, despite himself…”

As Lola heard everything he’d said, she responded with a sheer magnetism in her sweet voice, “Why didn’t you help him?”

Frostin, standing above the body of the evil man, spoke simply, as he slowly caressed the top of Lola’s head, “Evil men do not need to lead…To have a cretin like him leading any large population, no good will come from it… So now, if ever I am summoned there again, I need not worry about the repercussions of his evil deeds.”