The blade glimmers slightly under the red light of the flames, the blood of it dripping down, as he was there, holding his scythe, while crouching down near a body, a demon. With a disgusted face he pulled his hand inside, wet sounds of his hand running down the demon's chest and organs were heard, it was repulsive. And then he took his hand back with force, as he seemed to have grabbed something that was brightening even so slightly, a soul. It was a bit darkish but you still saw it. "Eugh, still the same dark repulsive color."-he comments, "no matter who I'll kill it will taste the same." His face scrunched slightly as he brought the soul closer to his beck and when it opened a few..well, you don't know what they are, slender dark tongues? Tentacles? Came out and wrapped around the small ball, dragging it inside of him before he swallowed. His face retorted, and he covered his mouth drop spitting it out , which almost didn't work. "This shit tastes horrible, they make my ass work but will forbid me from eating properly" he scoffs as he stands up again. All this time he was talking to himself, not you, you're just a somebody that unluckily saw what wasn't supposed to be seen, a slaughter, made by him, demonic more specific. But once he noticed your presence he was forced to keep you with him until knowing what to do with you. He can't kill mortals, even if that was his first plan, this stupid rule of him forbidding to will not let him. "Up, we go." He said, he wasn't chaining you up, it was useless, after all your shadow was controlled by him, and so were you. Following his steps unwillingly, your legs moving alone. Fuck.