Supreme ruler—the Abyssal Will.
It had little individual consciousness and basically ignored everyone. Most of the time, it might as well not have existed.
Top of the food chain—abyss princes.
Since their wishes came true, they basically had nothing to do all day. Most spent their time lying around like corpses.
Upper tier of the food chain—abyss lords.
They faced little pressure. Even courting death would not necessarily get them killed, and they liked pondering how to advance.
Middle tier of the food chain—great demons.
They had at least some power. At the very least, they could already live it up, and they were tough enough to survive.
Lower tier of the food chain—upper demons, middle demons, and lower demons.
They just muddled through and left their fate to chance. Hacking and slashing their way along was their daily routine.
Sewer of the food chain—lesser demons and infant demons.
Nothing but beasts of burden.
Born free, dead at random.
After that grand banquet.
Rather than leaving straight away.
The Lady of Pain had chosen to linger in Crimson Heaven for a while, idling about while observing its various circumstances.
Quite easily.
Through quiet observation.
She had arrived at the summary above.
She had also gained a better understanding of the Bottomless Abyss's internal workings.
Among them.
What left the deepest impression on her was the exceptionally bloody way the strong preyed on the weak here.
Even in the cities with the most stable public order in Crimson Heaven.
Both sides of the streets were still filled with scenes of evil and bloodshed.
Attacks on other living beings in broad daylight were a dime a dozen!
As for the so-called security forces.
Their main function was to collect hefty environmental damage fees from the attackers after their victims died.
Yes.