"This is maddness! How can one demon be so strong?" The voice that yelled out was that of a human, his back to a wall. "This, this is insane."
"Insane you say?" A large, fur covered demon stood before the human. "I guess you could call me insane." He laughs, his wolf-like tail swaying back and forth. The Demon's fur was coarse with blood, it's once silver fur, stained red from death.
"No, you're not just insane!" The human stands slowly. "You're a ma--"
The human was soon cut off by the fact that the demon had put his hand into the humans mouth. "A madman you say? Yes, I could be that as well.." With one swift movement, the demon snaps the mans jaw clear from his head. Blood dripped down the mans now jawless neck as he tried to scream in pain, though he could not. "Then again..I could just be having fun." As if he hadn't caused the man enough pain, the demon grabs the pitch fork from his back. With another quick movement, he slams the three pronged weapon into the humans skull, the sound of metal and bone rubbing together excited the demon. After the weapon was in, the demon ripped it upward, ripping it out of the mans skull. Bone broke and was taken from the head when the pitch fork was taken out.
"This, bores me. Are there no warriors worth my time?!" The demon looked around the battlefield, bodies of humans and creatures alike were cast across the land. The battlefield was bloody, bones of decomposed warriors layed in their place. Some still had skin and muscle left, but the buzzards were picking at them. The demon turned around and began walking to a large chair, made of skulls from many creatures. "No, there is no one worthy of a fight." He stopped and looked at a human, who's body was near his chair, still alive.
"P-please.let me go." The human coughed up some blood. "I'll never tell another of this place."
The demon only laughed. "But my good human, I want people to know about this place." The demon spun the pitch fork above his head, the two points on the side giving off a click. When he stopped spinning it, the points that gave off clicks had spread out more, making the pitch fork a bit wider for stabbing. After a moment he slammed it down on the human, the middle point coming down on his heart, the far left point coming down on his forhead, the far left coming down on his stomach. Laughing a bit, the demon left the pitchfork in the human. He looked around once again and sighed softly. "Blood is boring, there are none worth killing any longer. Yet all insist on killing me, why?" He growls and rests his left elbow on the left arm of the chair. He then followed the action by resting his chin/jaw on the hand of that arm. "Let them all come..I'll kill them all..."

((yeah..got bored, decided to try and start another series))