Thunder, then lightning a few seconds of silence accepts for the growling of demons and the screams of death on sides, bullets and grenades exploding, then thunder and lightning. William witnessed the Chaos of battle; it was his power to thrive on. He sat there his knees pressed against his chest and his head rested lightly on his knees, those wings of him floated gently in the blood stained air, if someone was unlucky or something lucky enough they could almost taste death.<br/><br/>William watched and waited, starring at the chopper that held the party of humans and demons alike. Those ever piercing eyes glared at the way it shuffled and moved in a novice manor, laughter once again slipped past his lips, the chuckle echoed through the streets light a nightmare coming to life. Those below were bathed in blood, demon slashing and biting at humans whilst the opposing side forgot all civilized instinct and devolved into creatures of a different nature, humans leaping, biting, clawing, pulling, ripping, gouging, punching. The fear had set in and the influence of the Demon King's forces had affected human troops in such a beastly manor, to live no matter what, to tap into those primal instincts and live.<br/><br/>As always William was curious as to how this fully affected mortals, he and the King had been close enough at one point where they could bring small talk into the equation; it had something to do with the mind, body and soul and how to disconnect them whilst in a rage or fear. The mortals fear death, and their adrenaline comes into play before they die thus placing a uncontrollable feel of rage within themselves, if rage and fear were to disconnect from the body, the body would lose all meaning of civil ways and fight for its primal existence, to live and feed. Whilst the Soul finds cannibalism and death without justice of meaning a broken law against nature, the soul is split.<br/><br/>A plot that was infamous to even tolerate the thought of handling humans in such a way; however William stays at the highest peak of the tallest building, ever watching the battle field that smile still piercing the corner of his mouth. Those eyes that cause submission and fear when they intensify, the wings that shadowed large areas when he flew by. Something would happen soon, either William becomes an instigator or not, the war would carry on until every living soul is damned.