Fell Obereon stood tall, his artificial spine stretched out to its maximum. He had hoped it would make him look more intimidating. As he stared up at the demon towering at least three feet above him, he knew it didn't. Nonetheless, he stood his ground, and drew his broken blade. He heard an ethereal laugh, ringing through his ears. 

"Demon! Your services have been fulfilled. What is your price?" Fell called up, spreading his arms wide before the demon.

The dark figure kneeled down, oily skin stretched taut over his innumerable limbs. The gaping mouth on it's otherwise blank face opened impossibly wide, unhinging. Resting in the abyssal cavern of his throat was an image dancing in red flame. Along with the image came a musky scent, intermingled with an oaken smoke. Beneath his mask, Fell frowned. The price, far too high for the services rendered. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly stopped himself. One does not haggle with a demon, a lesson he learned hard and early. His eyes flicked left and right, looking around, before locking onto the shifting black form of the demon. Though he no longer had muscles, the stones and wood of his body creaked with tension -a crude imitation of life.

The demon, no dumb creature, snapped it's jaws shut before releasing a feral scream -primal and unrestrained, nothing like the proper laughter earlier. From a dozen different impossible angles, it lunged out at Fell with it's twig-like arms. Fell was suddenly glad that he had lost the ability to feel fear to a demon long ago, and quickly acted in response. In a flash of brilliant light, the demons many arms retreated, many now just smoking stubs. Though the demon lost multiple appendages, it laughed to see Fell on his knees, smoke rising from his husk-like body.

[i]'Damn demons. Everything comes with a price, doesn't it?'[/i] He thought to himself, feeling a deep agony twisting at whatever was left inside his twisted corpse of a body. Slowly, he stood once again, eliciting another screech from the demon. As Fell staggered to his feet, a smirk came over his face. Killing three demons in the past two days was a surefire way to numb him from feeling pity. 

Another onslaught from the black skinned demon faced Fell. A one trick pony, it seemed, though Fell was smart enough to not underestimate him. With a primal fury, voices in his head shouting to kill kill kill, Fell lunged in turn. Letting his demon killing blade guide him, Fell shrugged off the few arms that grasped at him. Twisting his way through the path left by useless singed hands, Fell found his mark. The broken blade buried itself up to the hilt in the demons black body. From the wound, fiery liquid came out, spurting less than an inch from the wound before turning to smoke filled with terrible screams and a scent of iron. Fell stepped back, leaving his blade buried in the paper-thin skin. He wasted no time in speaking as the demon fell to it's knees, arms uselessly scratching at the wound. 

"Demon Khanivirre, I bind you here to my will-" Fell began, before being interrupted by a savage screech. Though there was no real words, the intent was clear. 

Fell walked to the hunched over demon, taking a hold of his blade and twisting it, before ripping it out of the demon. Fell sheathed the blade, before gripping the demon's throat in his golden arm. "What demon prefers death to being bound?" He asked, relaxing his grip to allow the demon to speak. Again the echoey laughter rippled from the demons throat. 

[i][b]"Kill me, fool. Kill me to escape your debts."[/b][/i] It taunted. Fell grunted, not wanting to deal with demon riddles. So, with a swift thrust of his blade, he complied, sending the demon to whence it came. Fell quickly realized his mistake, and regretted his lack of foresight. When dealing with demons, their debt was more than just a moral or ethical obligation. After years of such pacts, Fell learned that deal with a demon had a physical weight to it, one that only increased with the power of the demon and meaning of the deal. Rather than feeling this weight relieved from his shoulders, it only piled on heavier. Fell knew that could mean only one thing -the demon was in servitude of another, and his debt simply moved up the ladder. Fell shuddered to think of a demon powerful enough to subjugate the raw force of evil of which he had just dispatched. 

With a hesitance, Fell stood straight, flexing his wings. He took the first hesitant step forward, to search out his new Master.

Scolding himself internally, Fell muttered. "One more dead demon, one more debt to pay off."