The demon kept squeezing and squeezing. His hatred and loathing for all things light and good causing the ranger's body to tremble with rage. He snarled as his hands began to burn with flames.<br/><br/>"Die... blasted... Wielder of Light. Begone from my sight, being of weakness and frailty. Gone are the days of your supposed rule. We are many. We are powerful. We are prepared to do what is necessary. There is no hope for your kind."<br/><br/>Inside, the ranger was screaming in panic, fighting against the control over his mind. He could feel the resistance beginning to give, but it wasn't fast enough. The kid was dying!!! He couldn't let that happen!!! He fought, raged, struggled... He did everything he could, but it wasn't enough. And then he knew. He had to distract the demon. Within his mind, he began to scream insults and taunts. He spoke of the past, of the things that the ranger and his men had done.<br/><br/>The demon hesitated. In his rage at the Ranger, he forgot all about the boy, whom he assumed was dead, and howled. The ranger's entire body erupted in flames, "You will never escape! I will see you witness the destruction I will wreak with your hands!!!"