[Him]

“Surprisingly it is far more simple than you may believe Master. Did it ever occur to you how illnesses work? It’s not just expectantly catching something. It’s magic, not just any magic either. It’s curse magic. I just place a spell to make them sick and make their deaths painful. Then everything became intense and soon I ended up wiping out a good chunk of the world population.”

The Demon looked at the skeleton on the ground. It was untouched, moving it may cause it to disintegrate. He noticed the elf posing his hands accordingly and began to pray for the Druids, oh please. The Demon heard his question and shook his head.

“Not really, I can’t control a soul unless I’ve made a contract for it. Besides you don’t have anything to worry about. They were pitiful while they were alive. I doubt they’re anymore competent in death.”