Author's Response:
Hmmm, an interesting tale, because you are a writer also, I would like to share the image I had in my mind while I wrote this song.
The demon stood in the battle field, and looked upon the dead, many friends, many enemies, all mingled in the pool of fluids that once sustained them.
He sneers at their death, their pain, all of which passed him completely. He grins, stares at the heavens... and begins to dance. He laughs, and he is thrilled to life to fight another day. He throws his blade into the ground, and begins to run away. Not fleeing, but running, there was no more fight left here, only destruction, and destruction without pain, was no home for a demon.
Thanks for the review ^^.