A blade whistles through the afternoon air. It ends its journey by impaling itself into an elf's throat. A cry goes out across the small village.
"It's here! The monster is here!"
"Hide the children! Bring out the sword! Drive the vile being from our lands!"
"Move! Create the flames that shall hold back the demon!" Laughter emanates from the demon. A loud nasally voice is what replies to the elves' cries of danger.
"Aho'solllogath. Mithningohata'mashir. {Gohhanth'matti}" sparks shoot out from where the demon stands. What the sparks touch instantly turns into a blazing flame. In an instant, the entire village is on fire. The smoke from the fire curls into demons of startling size. Arrows twang out from the best-equipped members of the village. While the people of this village may lack in numbers, they make up for that in massive skill. They dispatch the smoke demons with ease. However, that was not the point of the spell. As the elven sorcerer casts a rain spell, the fire simply rages with more intensity. They understood. The spell wasn't to create demons. It was to burn the village down with such an intensity that nothing would remain. They then knew what spell the demon had just cast. The Archdevil's Flame, {God-killing Flame}. The cries of the elves turn to barked orders as they calm themselves down from the revelation. Children are huddled together as the least experienced wizards teleport them away from the fight. The more experienced wizards set massive protection spells as the warriors ready their weapons.
"Algoth…" A demonic word comes out of the demon's mouth. The word for cute. A snap of his fingers sends a chill down everyone's spines. A cry rings out. An elf falls to the ground, dead. Then, another one falls. Instant death, not even a sound could be heard.
"Juhuan, el'villadi?" The demon asks in perfect elvish. "Now, may I have the sword back?" is what he said. The expression on the elves' faces hardens. Then, a beam of light sparks the flames of defiance once more. A fully armored elf comes out with a massive black blade.
"Di zaliama," He replies. "Come and take the sword," He says. The demon responds with a bout of flame that originates from his fingers. The flame is dispersed by a forceful wail by the sword. The elf charges the demon. The demon manifests a pair of shortswords to meet him. Enchanted metal rings out on pure magic. Souls of the sword cry out in pain. A powerful blow is deftly deflected by a small blade. Though he is the one attacking, the elf is on the back foot. This is evident to everyone watching the battle, too enchanted by the fight to interfere. The clashing of a demonic sword against the constructs of a fallen angel resound throughout the mountainside. A strike lands upon the armor of the elf, who counters with a strike across the shoulder of the demon. The demon's wounds close almost immediately, but the elf still remains undamaged. He smirks, thinking that all he has to do is slowly whittle down the demonic being. That energy he felt is suddenly sapped. His eyes widen in panic as the demon backs off. The elf falls to a knee to the gasps of the surrounding elves.
"Poison…" He mutters.
"No, not quite. I have taken your mana. You no longer have the capability or the will to use any magical weapons," The demon responds.
"Why...us?"
"Have you truly forgotten? You live by the grace of the Unifier. Thus, you can be forced from this land by the Unifier. He has decided to return this land back to the people who originally lived here. Thus, you must move,"
"..."
"Not only that, but you have refused all attempts of contact through the state. By these factors, I have been forced to take action. Now, leave, or die,"
"The sword…"
"Yes, the sword?"
"Why do you… *cough cough* want it?" The elf can barely speak now.
"Because of the power it holds. Because of it's ability and the unilateral weakens of all to it,"
"He...gave us this power,"
"He is dead."
"Impossible…"
"The hero is dead…"
"IMPOSSIBLE,"