Unas quickly processed the information the demon was conveying, "Your plans seem to have nothing to do with me."
"Yes, even Bessarius can't be sure if you'll come after me personally, but that doesn't affect my actions."
Indeed, Varimathras's main targets were the Blightcaller and Luisa; dealing with Unas was merely a side effect.
When did you and Bessarius first get in touch?
Ten days ago.
Bessarius had only acquired some controllable Fel a dozen days ago, and sure enough, it hadn't been idle; it began plotting schemes as soon as it had the chance.
Perhaps feeling helpless in the face of reality, the demon within him had remained silent for a long time. Now, being brought up, Bessarius could no longer play dumb. "Great Demon Lord, it is pointless to dwell on what happened before your demonic transformation. Now, I am willing to submit to you!"
"Very well," Unas chuckled, "Then, offer me your true names."
"This..."
A demon's true name is the most important thing to it; with it, one can completely control the demon's fate.
"I refuse." The two demons said almost in unison.
Compared to being killed and returning to the Twisting Nether to await rebirth, surrendering one's true name and being enslaved forever is certainly a worse option.
"Then you shall die!" Unas's wings suddenly unfurled, and in less than half a second, he tore the weakened Varimathras to shreds.
"Wait!" Varimathras pleaded hastily, "You may not know, but even the God of All Demons wouldn't easily force any demon to reveal their true name. Demons only accept fair trades!"
Having just become a demon, Unas was unfamiliar with their common knowledge and was unsure whether what the other party said was true or false.
"I can sign a contract with you to serve you for one hundred years. After one hundred years, you must grant me my freedom."
The demon's favorite trick—a deceptive contract—appeared once again, but Unas didn't believe it at all. "I don't accept any contracts. True name or destruction, the choice is yours!"
Such an unreasonable demand made Varimathras tremble with rage; unreasonable enemies are the most troublesome.
If it dies here, all its painstaking efforts in Undercity will vanish, and its grand plans will be ruined.
Their souls will return to the Twisting Nether, awaiting unpredictable opportunities for rebirth and a long period of growth. They may even have to go through multiple reincarnations to reach their current level of achievement, which is worse than starting from scratch.
Giving up his real name was absolutely out of the question. Varimathras struggled to find a compromise, believing he had made the biggest concession yet. "I can give you one-third of my real name; that will be enough to show my sincerity."
Having one-third of the true name is enough to restrain the demon to a certain extent. As long as it is not a command that strongly violates its will—such as forcing it to commit suicide—it must submit to general commands.
"Consider the magnificent achievements we can create together, Unas! All of Lordaeron will be ours for the demons!"
Unas a cold laugh, finding the phrase "we demons" grating. Although his emotions had undergone a huge change after his demonization, he still lacked a sense of self-identity as a demon due to his memories of his previous life.
Whether human or demon, in Azeroth, he was always an outsider, unable to truly integrate into this world, so he retained his unique way of thinking.
However, his demonic transformation amplified his negative desires—plunder, possession, enslavement, killing, and destruction—which became his instincts.
The "will" representing Fel, while transforming him, also bestowed upon him the ultimate mission of all demons—to destroy this world.
A single individual is clearly incapable of accomplishing this mission; he must plunder, possess, and enslave in order to gain greater power to kill and destroy.
So, after testing Varimathras's limits, Unas finally nodded and accepted the Dreadlord's submission.
Varimathras ordered the Undead soldiers to disperse, then laboriously flew to Unas, knelt on one knee, and began to chant a difficult incantation in a low voice.
Soon, a green gem emerged from the center of its forehead, slowly rose, and hovered between its horns.
Unas grabbed it and swallowed it. A fragmented matrix appeared in his mind, composed of countless complex inscriptions. This was the materialized true name of one-third of Varimathras.
A subtle connection was established between the two, Unas nodded with satisfaction. "Your turn, Bessarius!"
The demon on his chest began to feign death. Bessarius, confident in his different circumstances from Varimathras, actually thought he could get away with it?
Did you really think I couldn't do anything to you?
Unas raised his right claw and plunged it into his own chest without hesitation, tearing his heart out of his chest cavity. The black heart, still connected to the arteries and veins, throbbed. Bessarius was parasitizing there.
I'll settle this score with you today!
The claws tightened suddenly, and as the heart was squeezed, foul-smelling blood gushed out. Bessarius screamed in terror, "Are you insane?!"
Unas showed no sign of stopping, as if what he held in his hand was nothing more than a rotten tomato, not his own heart.
"My real name! Dedicated to you!"
Bessarius finally gave in; any schemes or tricks were futile in this situation, and it even eagerly offered its true name.
In the chaos, the demon offered up almost half of the True Name Matrix.
Unas stopped with a cold laugh, calmly stuffing his heart back into his body. The large hole in his chest closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original state in less than 10 seconds, without leaving a single scar.
This is the special gift he received after sacrificing the Emerald Tree —a regenerative ability comparable to that of the Giant Shirt.
He was confident that he could regenerate any vital organ before he died, which is why he recklessly abused his own heart.
Of course, this was a bit risky, but the fact that it resulted in Bessarius's submission made the risk insignificant.
After standing quietly for a while, my crushed heart finally regained its vitality.
Unas chuckled. Having subdued two demons, his desire to enslave others was greatly satisfied, and his other desires became even more insatiable.
"Varimathras, quickly reveal your plan for conquering Lordaeron for your new master! I cannot wait!"
Varimathras remained kneeling and nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty. The key to this plan is Princess Menethil."
"Oh? A woman who has almost lost everything can be this important?"
"Yes, she lost everything except the most precious thing—her bloodline," the demon said slowly. "The House Menethil has ruled Lordaeron for nearly three centuries. The people of this world value bloodlines above all else. All the nobles and commoners have become accustomed to Menethil's rule. She herself is a highly influential figurehead. With our support, it won't be difficult for her to regain the throne."