Demus stood near the edge of the Areas inner battle grounds walls, the dusty orange ground hot from the mid-day sun...his body was not yet tired, but his mind was wandering as usual.He had just slain two dragons and a werewolf in combat, raising the purse to over 300 gold , being an arena fighter did not pay well...but killing an arena fighter did...He was waiting for another competitor to enter the combat area, and challenge him...a young man lept from the arenas seating area, and landed hard on the arena floor, he stood quickly and announced his name...."I am Argus De Villis the third! And i can slay you , you monstrosity of a human!" The man retrieved a sword from his belt and turned to look at the crowd, which was now cheering at such a level, nothing else could be heard, before he could turn around, Demus, fuelled by rage from being insulted as a human,had stepped behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. The man, who had obviosly never been to a tournament, must have assumed that he would be warned before combat began, and turned to Demus smilling at him, and looked down as demus removed the blade from his abdoman...The mans intraels exited his stomach along with the blade, as well as some bits of his spine.Demus put his hand on the confused mans forehead, and pushed him back off the end of the mighty poison blade that would end his life in mere seconds, as he hit the ground in agony, Demus plunged the blade into his theigh, and spoke in a demonic tone, his voice loud and booming..." monstrosity, perhaps, but human... foolish boy i have never been more insulted in my existance" Demus then turned the blade before removing it and kicking sand onto the man from the arena floor. The crowd went insane with cheers, all but the family of the man who had just been slain.

Aeacus watched with little interest, but not in the stands with the hoards of easily amused humans. She was far off in the distance, a little unnoticable black dot in the night sky against the clouds. Rain was approaching and she waited for it patiently while flying in the sky. Bestia was below her, devouring the pieces of the dead Aeacus had just slaughtered, a group of nameless bandits and orcs who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once the boy jumped into the ring Aeacus knew his death would come faster than he would of imagined, and stupid fool he was. And sure enough, Demus, a past friend of her's though now she had no friendship towards him, sliced through the boy with little difficulty. The screams of the crowd and the smell of the death reached her and Aeacus rolled her eyes. Pathetic humans were so easily amused by a little bloodshed that it seemed sickening in itself. Bestia flew up next to Aeacus, her mouth and teeth rimmed with blood and dripping as she too looked at the Arena. Bestia wanted to go and eat the carcass, but Aeacus stopped her since Demus would try to kill Bestia also. Aeacus waited for the next actions, if there was any.