"Kyackkyackkyackkyack" The demon manically laughed as he endured the hate filled gaze of the barely breathing Hamon. An insidious ear reaching smile adorned his face as his heart was filled with joy. He relished in their despair, their hatred, their pain, a delicacy of great renown. However all meals must eventually come to an end.
The hellscape he summoned dragged soul after soul into its depths, leaving only the strongest survivors to battle with evil spirits, resisting their pulling and tearing.
His eyes drifted across the remaining elites, Maggie who was at death's door, Vaccos who fervently defended her from the enemy and of course Douglas who's weapon had been shattered, his armour cracked and was currently held in the air by the jaws of a t-rex as Frostine readied a mighty spell to end the tenacious viscount. His heart couldn't help but tremble in joy at the sight of that nasty light aspected armour crumbling apart and falling from Douglas's body.
