It was very clear now that Screwtape was anxious to dismember his nephew; the dark desires of his cruel affections had overtaken any thoughts of Errol's birthday, or Errol's feelings.  While, in society, some demons are immoral, but with restraint - Screwtape's hideous nature became rotten to the core.<br/><br/>With one slash of his right talon, he both caused himself more pain and drew more blood from Errol's neck.  Picking up the haldberd, Screwtape began swinging it around side to side or sometimes in a fast circle over his head.  Calculating exactly where he needed to hit Errol, he slowed the bloody instrument.<br/><br/>"You are not going to stand in my way anymore."<br/><br/>To this, Errol screamed, "Mercy .... mercy, uncle Screwtape.  Mercy.  Please show your servant mercy so I might make more crystalline for you and your friends using what small knowledge I have for dark apothecary."  Screwtape thought for a moment; it was true, if he killed his nephew - no more drug habit.  And Errol had been able to create the drug relatively quickly.<br/><br/>In the moment of pause, Errol thew a dragon dagger (it was a dagger to demons, perhaps it was just the right height for humans as a sword, he didn't know) to Amora.<br/><br/>There was no need to kill his nephew; Screwtape did want a drug fix today.<br/><br/>"And with Amora by my side, I could make double and you could sell it quicker than before."  Screwtape scrunched up his head as he weighed his options.  Sex?  Drugs?  or rock and roll by beating the brains out of Errol?<br/><br/>"I want enough crystalline made for both me and my friends and all my customers in three days.  If the stuff is good, then Amora can stay.  Unfortunately, you've given me a headache, Errol.  Good job!  Damn you too; I'm going to make a full fledged raping machine demon out of you yet, me boy."<br/><br/>And with that, Screwtape collapsed on the floor, tired from exhaustion.  "By the way" Screwtape exclaimed.  "Amora's sword is a kid's toy; it couldn't hurt a flee."