The hand reached out and grasped a flower. A hiss filled the air and steam rose from between his fingers. When the hand was removed the flower was blackened, but still very much alive, more so than before. Thorny teeth lined the inside of its petals as the plant took in air. Wherever his feet landed more of the toxin spread outwards. The dust from his footfalls was an ashy gray and reeked of the fires of Hell. A small creature hopped in front of him. It was no bigger than a rat. He rose his foot and stomped the animal into the dust, warm blood puddle under his foot. He took no notice and continued onwards followed by his minions. He came to a small village. The guard at the gate yelled, "Halt!" The beast continued walking. "I said halt!" he yelled again. The guard drew his blade, as did the Demon Lord. Metal ripped through flesh. The guard lay in two by the side of the road, he was still alive though. The demon turned towards the corpse and ran his sword through the man's skull. The Demon Lord entered the village and stopped at the fountain. He placed his hand in the water and it turned a sickly black-green. A moment later the water appeared normal, but the venom was still present. He walked onwards, only to stop near the road at the end. Two children looked at him. One continued bouncing his ball. The Demon Lord pointed toward the ball and it hissed and deflated. Then with a single swipe he removed the heads from their bodies, blood spewing from the openings. Onward he walked again.