Pestilence looked at Death " I agree,they will be nothing but a sad,distant memory when I'm done with them". Pestilence looked around,everywhere he looked was pure destruction,this fired him up. "But they are demons,I don't think they were supposed to look pretty". Pestilence laughed but since he didn't have a heart it was a half-hearted one. "It's not something to worry about though...their whole lives they've done nothing important... by killing them we're helping put an end to their misery" Pestilence's eyes gleamed.

"Nice one!" Pestilence cheered,he couldnt wait to slash open an enemy. "I'll go next!" he called as he pulled a remote from his pocket,the remote was the thing that summoned his dragon Xiao to him."Hey buddy! Hows it going?" Pestilence asked as he petted the dragon. Pestilence whispered his plan into the dragon's ear.Suddenly Xiao took to the skies while Pestilence ran into the crowd of demons.Pestilence slashed through each and every enemy that was in his way,Xiao picked up a demon with her powerful claws and dropped it in midair.Pestilence ran up the side of a building and slashed open the demon.The feeling of the blood on Pestilence's skin was refreshing.

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Pestilence saw War head off somewhere,he wanted to follow but decided against it. "Ill stick with these imbeciles that Im fighting" Pestilence jumped onto Xiao's back and she used her death ray and blasted through a group of demons.Pestilence jumped off and landed square in the middle of millions of them.It was perfect Pestilence thought. "Do you wanna go?Lets go uglies!" Pestilence got lost in the haze of battle his vision was a streak of red.

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Death danced backwards as several demons lunged at him. "How sad," he murmured. With one flick of his wrist the blade severed all three of their heads. He stepped back to avoid the flow of blood. Blood on his weapon was fine but not one his clothes. Demon blood reeked of vileness. He waved to a few more demons who were approaching him. He didn't like to go after his opponents, only lure them to him. The demons lunged and met the same fate as the earlier three. One head rolled to Death's feet and he kicked it away in disgust. 

War pressed on down the street, removing the horn he constantly had on his belt only to blow down it hard, summoning the horsemen that had stayed, he could smell Tiamat, he would need all three of them for this battle.

Death had been cleaning off his blade with a scrap piece of cloth when he heard the horn. He sighed. His work was never done. He supposed he had the demons to thank for that. He whistled loudly, and his Nightmare trotted over to him. He climbed onto it and it galloped away in the direction War was. He arrived in minutes and Death dismounted. He waved away the Nightmare and it trotted off to somewhere it wouldn't be in the way. He twirled his blade in his hand, not bothering to greet War. If he needed all of them then it was hardly the time to be exchanging light-hearted greetings.