"Fee Fi Fo Fum... I smell the blood of an sickened man!" Bal'Tazor gurgled, as it was walking through the lush green fields of Cyprus with the intent of bringing ruin and rot towards this overly lush land. Every step he took left the ground and grass with less of a light green hue, and more of a darker shade as his blackened blood and spoiled bile spilled through the large holes surrounding his obese stomach. Bal'Tazor knew that he was weak in this state, the land was not as it was when he was ravaging through Cyprus, doing whatever he pleased until those pesty humans came and somehow managed to drag him back where he once was spawned. Bal'Tazor couldn't even tell where he was, long ago he left signs all around the land to tell him where he was, but the piles upon piles of bones were long removed giving him not the faintest idea on where he is currently located. However, Bal'Tazor knew one thing, if these humans are like their ancestors from long ago, then they should be easy enough to conquer as Bal'Tazor was once in the same situation when he was first summoned thousands of years ago. The great monstrosity smiled at the thought of seeing these humans wither and writhe in his pure disease, but that would happen later as he first needed to find some place to infect. 

Hours of walking seemed to be tiring for this greater demon, Bal'Tazor was pretty slow and he had no idea on where he was actually going at the moment... He would only know one person that would know the land with the back of their hands, but they were long banished before him and rather hated their smug looking faces. The fat beast was getting tired quite quickly and he knew that he needed to rest soon. Bal'Tazor's kind never really ate or slept much, but when he was ravaging through the land, he would gluttonously devour any diseased corpse inside of his way to keep his flow of pestilence and pus going, but it is sadly starting to slow down with the low amount of disgusting fluids entering his body. Bal'Tazor stabbed his mighty axe into the ground, make the surrounding land almost shriek in pain and the greater demon soon sat upon the ground, his disfigured body making some sort of splurging noise from somewhere around his body and the ground shaking slightly to anybody nearby to feel it, the mighty plague lord needed to rest. 

Bal'Tazor did not know how long or even when his eyes felt tired, but he stirred once he heard the noise of some cart screech upon the dirt. The unclean one opened his one bulbous eye to find some terrified human carrying a wagon full of supplies heading to somewhere, all the monster could do was smile, showing the rotted teeth and insects crawling through the putrid black hole that things would even consider a mouth. The human screamed in terror and the horse did the same, both having the same idea in getting far away from the Bal'Tazor and quickly left the smiling greater demon. "My reign of terror shall rear its ugly face once again to this land and I shall be the reaper," Bal'Tazor laughed out, spewing bloated maggots and other slimy insects onto the ground. The daemon soon started to stand on its stubby feet, and started to follow the tracks idiotically left by the panicked carriage driver who would lead him to his first place to show his great love for disease.