The Darklings were upon both Fire and Earth, hopping and springing forth towards their enemies in short lunges. One child of the Darkness triumphed over Fire's wielder by grazing his face with its bleeding talon. At the sight and smell of the blood that trickled down Braden's cheek, the shadow minions chuckled in a multitude of inhuman voices. Alas, it was an ephemeral victory at best, as Braden's response was an exclamation of pure, frenzied rage. Set ablaze by the ghostly inferno that seemed to pass through those only hostile to him, the demonic offspring of the Darkness burned to naught but ashen crisps save for one. The lone, lowly fiend of the night was pinned down by a knee that boiled his shadowy hide. The Darkling gazed upon the eyes of Fire with much intensity, as the mere heat radiating off of the man's pores was enough to gradually dissolve both its skin and bones. It was helpless but unafraid, as its life meant nothing to it. The demon's clawed hands motioned forth towards Braden's head, grasping it and bringing its forehead closer to the Fire Vessel's face. "Neither living nor dead." It whispered, its icy breath sulphuric in smell, before being incinerated with a possessed, demonic laugh. True enough, their smoggy essences seeped back into the Earth bellow, never to be seen again. These monsters, birthed by a simple thought, felt no fear, for they are the children of the Darkness - what else was there to fear? They trembled before their Dread Father more than the Light itself. It was quite amusing actually, and Damien would laugh if his humanity still shimmered within him, but alas, his face remained frozen by the happenings. The flames were the Light's most favoured child; it had its mother's traits, therefore it was Damien's only true enemy. To the Vessel of the Darkness, Water, Earth, and later, Air, would be mere thorns alongside Fire's rose. Whereas the Dread Lord can birth countless demonic children for the sea, the earth, and the sky in relentless pursuit of the three other elements, Fire would simply torch whatever creature that comes his way, no matter the size… however, he was still inexperienced. They all were.
The child whose powers functioned only due to fearing for her life found herself underground. Chiana thought senselessly, as Damien controlled his serpentine transport to crawl towards her. The earth shook violently, and, as the demons attacked Water, Earth was now the prime target. Opening it's gigantic mouth, it attempted to devour both Fire and Earth in hopes that Damien, the Vessel of Darkness, to meet them. While Water was being attacked, the four-armed hulk of a demon crossed his arms in response to her lashing water. All it did was push the heavy beast backward into the hole the wyrm created, giving her time to reunite with the others.
(Sorry for the wait, this was actually written in a rush haha. It's my sister's birthday so yeah, kinda preparing for a party.)