"Of course not." His voice was more metallic now and deeper, and a cloak was forming. He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. Another student, a demon by the looks of it, was sitting there, the fog less dense around it. The chair moved towards them. He pulled the newly form cloak over his face. He stood up, his clothing now more armored looking then before. He walked up too the demon, he grabbed the pole of his scythe and took it off his back. His scythe pole was perfectly straight besides the bottom that was at a curve. His blade looked twice as sharp then before and it glowed a bright red except the end which had actual blood dripping off the point of the blade. He touched the top of the demon's head with his scythe, though the demon seemed calm at first, Lair bent down and looked at him, Des could not see what his face looked like but the demon all of sudden started screaming in terror. "Let's begin." His voice was metallic, and sent cold chills through the whole room even though he wasn't looking at Des. The scythe started to pull out what seemed to be smoke out of the demon but it was more foggy and extremely dense and had a human form to it. The demon went limp for a second and then started screaming again. He moved his scythe around to the point the ghost figure was beside Lair. The scythe released it and it stayed in place in the fog. His voice still the same, "Continues torture, first." He slashed the blade across the ghosts left arm, cutting it from the shoulder. The demon looked down at his left arm, and cried in pain and anguish. Lair did it again but this time both legs. The demon started screaming louder moving all parts of his body in pain except his legs and left arm which stood motionless somehow. The dense fog replace the parts in the ghost like body and the demon stopped, realizing his parts were still there. He started yelling again. This time the scythe dug into his stomach. The demon gasped and wretched in pain. The scythe went across his neck. He started gurgling, and stopped as the fog replaced the form again. The reaper looked at Des, his whole black eyes dug into her, able to make her feel fear. "Part two, you will enjoy more." His voice was menacing and still in that metallic sound that filled the room with cold air. "Continue?"