Khazrak saw the chance of great entertainment at the arrival of more Mortals, the sheer vitality of them drew it like an ant to honey, it paused in it advance, what did it want? Why it wanted sustenance and these were a particularly strong batch of Souls it had found. The Devourer of Souls would not leave until it had what it came for, then it might stay and turn this place into a Plague ridden Paradise that would well please Father Nurgle.
A spasm shook its thin, bony frame as it regarded the Andalite, the one with the blades. It could sense something in this one, with a snort that dripped a bubbling slime out its nostrils, the Devourer dismissed the Mortal as inedible; at least until it had deliberated on exactly what that something was.
The Daemon saw movement from the side and turned its skull to regard another Andalite, this one a female morsel. It sniffed and flicked the air with its long, barbed tongue and mentally added that one to the edible list, but its taste wasn’t in the Flesh or Souls of Andalites, it had other tastes.
It spoke one word “Rrrrott” as it spoke a fetid, toxic miasma of a smoke-like substance emerged from its mouth and floated around it, heavy in the air. It breathed the cloud of rot in and savored the taste, the toxic substances working within it to begin breaking down its own Flesh and reform it anew.
The rot started with its lungs and spread throughout its body, causing the Demon to cough and spasm as it was slowly consumed from the inside, with a final croaking breath it collapsed bonelessly, the only movement was of rapid advanced stages of decay as its body rotted before the Mortals eyes.
OOC:
[spoiler] Okay, the way it is rotting is at an alarming rate, in few minutes nothing will be left but a large pile of seething, toxic slime.
React how you want, but it is not dead, and cannot be destroyed (easily) while this is happening, for all you guys know it just collapsed and rotted away.[/spoiler]
