The blood that seeped into the ground around Magnus seemed to kill all grass around him, and there was much more blood than there should be with such a clean cleave. It turned out to be the odd scythe blades design. So sharp and yet on closer inspection of the cuts, it would seem the insides were ripped out from the strike. The blade would slice steel and bone, while ripping clothing and flesh. Truly the devil himself fueled this demon. As he made his way through the battle field, He looked as though he was gliding on ice, twisting around and throwing his body into attacks. The most unnerving thing about this battle, was the twisted laughter. With every cut and scrape, He laughed harder. He had no regard for injury, and acted as though he felt nothing.<br/><br/>This seemed to be confirmed when a warrior from the enemy's battalion stuck his blade clean through the stomach of Magnus. He slide to a stop on the blade, lowering his head as if he had been struck down. Just as the Man felt confident to remove his blade and keep fighting, He began to hear the twisted laughter slowly returning. The man began to panic and pulled a dagger from his side and drove it into the demon's shoulder. The sounds of steel rending flesh, Scraping on bone would ring only as the laughter grew louder and more manic. Then all at once, The Demon Lurched forward and grabbed the warrior by the throat, staring him down as the life in his eyes began to fade as well as his breath.<br/><br/>He began to speak, Eyes swirling with great evil."Pitiful Human, You cannot destroy the Darkness... You can only push it away with a candle. YOu WilL NEvER DrAW BReaTh Again!!" With that he closed his hand around his neck, Crushing his larinx and windpipe, letting him die slowly before continuing his onslaught, both blades remained in his flesh. AS he drew closer to the target, His smile only grew. He drew the dagger from his shoulder without even a wince and sent it flying. It would seem that he was aiming right at her, But as it neared her chest, it moved passed her and landed in a demon's forehead that was getting too close to her for his liking. Killing her was his only objective, and he wanted her at her peak.<br/><br/>He slowly pushed passed the creatures, stepping into the full view of the girl in question. He doubled over, and began to twitch as he met her gaze."So you are the one I am to destroy? Tis such a shame.... I hate fighting women... their blood is so..." He breathed in as he ripped the large blade from his chest, chuckling lightly as he tossed it aside."tainted..." He said softly as he took a step forward, pulling his scythe to his side, holding out one hand to her with a smile."Show me why they fear you so... May I have this Dance?" He smirked and stayed still, watching her with the look of lust in his eyes. He couldn't wait to "play" With her.