The Darksoul watched Daimon scream, the sounds music to its ears. From somewhere deep inside, Patsy screamed as well, but the Darksoul could easily block that out. The Darksoul leaned down and pressed a kiss to Daimon's lips. "Did you really think that little novice could hold me down, fool? Her power's nothing but the most faintly glowing little ember - so easy to snuff out. I'll deal with her later. First, let me take care of you." The Darksoul pointed the trident down at Daimon, soulfire causing it to take on an eldritch glow, and moved to stab him.