" My name is Sammuroth Stormfury, I am well versed in battle with ten thousand years of experience, I have been known to be a fairly decent strategist, and hunter. Though I am surprised Delsaran didn't tell you of the people he sent for," he looked questioningly at Delsaran, was he the one who had sent for him?
The cat heard the "others" voice in his mind again, " Why do you play nice with these people, it is obvious whoever had been in charge of the ashes was too weak, and pathetic to even deal with a simple satyr."
Sammuroth lay back down, and growled, or perhaps the satyr is stronger than you think,
The demon laughed, " It is a satyr no matter how powerful they become they cannot to hope to ever match a demon of my power, satyrs were my pawns ten thousand years ago."
Sammuroth sent a mental shot back at the "other," can you still boast that power in your current state, the druid hoped that would cow the demon, but he could feel the demon smile, and it chuckled, as it faded back into the depths of his mind. What was that about, the demon's meaning became apparent a moment later, when a shot of pain lanced through his head, he kept himself from flinching, but he would have been lieing if he said that didn't startle him. Had the demon regained that much power, was it only a matter of time before he asserted control, and when he focused he could feel small amounts of dark energy leaking from himself. The cat growled in frustration, and he could feel another tear trickle down his cheek, no matter what he would not let the demon have his body.