"One with the wind!" Lucifer screamed in pain. He could no longer properly control the violent winds, but he could still keep them within the large house.
The furniture was all torn into pieces, like tattered cloth rags, and the ground looked as if a wild predator had marked its territory. Violent wind blades made the whole place into a ghosthouse. With scratch marks all over the place.
The possessed monster, Percival, had stopped smiling. He looked rather serious, sparks of electricity flew around him as he defended the invisible, sharp blades that came towards him.
The being looked at him with disdain, slowly raising his arm, the palm facing backward. A dark aura was cast out from his palm, slowly turning into a long rod. Another lump of darkness was also cast from his palm, traversing down the long rod and forming into a sharp, curved blade at the end of the rod.
