"You are all fools to think you can stand against me now!" Darin's voice bounced off of the walls of the cave. It seemed as if he was everwhere at once. We did not know what powers he had obtained becoming one of the satyrs; he could appear anywhere. The Reos and I watched each other's backs carefully as we fought off the horde of demons streaming in before us. Another Reo perished here as he was crushed by the large, boulder-like demons.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled and a couple of the Felguards went flying as they were slapped aside by Darin's great, clawed hands while the others ceased fighting and stepped back. His eyes burned an alarmingly bright red and two horns jutted from his forehead that were bent backwards in a curve. He grinned, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Now we shall finish this." He pointed at the present Reo and, sarcrastically, added, "I promise I shall take no personal pleasure in taking your lifeless body back to my master." Reo said nothing and only glared at Darin.
Darin looked at me now. "And you! You have protected this fiend! This fiend that took me from my home and stole my life!"
"You are only fiend here, Darin," I growled. "You betrayed us! You sold your soul to the same power his once belonged to!" I stepped in front of Reo defensively.
He laughed again maniacally. "You will die with him, Zurilod Dawnreaver."
I lunged straight for Darin without any fear. I'd faced death in the form of undead and demons. What was Darin now?
Darin stepped back, an incantation rolling of his tongue, and pulled his sword from the air out of a thick, black smoke. He was only slightly taller than I, but that was due to his cloven feet, and so I could still deal a killing blow if I got close enough. He came down at me with the blade but I side-stepped and was able to make a deep slice across his forearm. A black sludge, which must have been his demonic blood, oozed from his arm.
(Thank you ShadowStrike! 
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