Now upon the bank Demon grinned as the mare went from fight and life to dull and dying. Her breath was much shallower now, much softer... and he predicted it was probably doing little to actually aid her situation.
Victory courses it way through his body, he felt alive... HE HAD DONE IT! He had killed a creature using his black magic! And this was just the start! Now that he knew he could do it, knew that he had practiced again and again until he had finally reached this moment! He would master it! He would become the one Kalona in all the world that all others feared. He would be unstoppable.
That had always been one of his goals, the one thing that helped him get up every morning. He could remember the bite of defeat, remember the pain of torture.... but he would stand for that no more.
Satisfied with his 'kill' he turned and walked away.... he had many plans unfolding all around him! Now was the time to put them into action.
Demon.... would summon his army together for the first and last time.
All in the name of Cherish.