Filii chuckles to himself sinisterly.
He slowly walks closer to Vencross gesturing with his sword.
"You carry so much hate and anger..."
His voice gurgling
"I love it..."
Filii walks forward, Vencross' blade now beginning to penetrate his lower torso... but he keeps moving in closer.
Until he is inches from Vencross face, and the sword is sticking through the back of him; he whispers almost in a playful, yet devilish tone.
"The scythe will be mine... and so will everything you care for and love."
His serpent tongue and fangs dripping