And so was there yet another pony who had fallen to the demon that was nopony else but Rarity. Who on her turn took note of the events happening and lifted herself off of the wound while her wings spread themselves out on the position. They rose the cloak with them as a dark hiss could be heard going through the room, a hiss that was meant to indulge fear and of satisfaction of the received blood that was pulsing within her veins. Her sapphire blue rims had turned into the red ones and they fell back on the cold pony below.