“...Release me, witch!

“Ah? WITCH?” Magnus responded, albeit in an aggrieved tone of voice. “[i]Demonic[/i] comrade and [i]oh-so-tasty-morsel[/i], Xea was indeed gifted with a formal title when her dearest parents were abruptly greeted with her beloved screeching, infant cries! You lack tact! You're not polite! You offend Xea! Your best friend Xea!” 

As the seconds waned onward, the woman's twin golem-like grip tightened around the creatures' windpipe. She gazed down at the bulkier and taller specimen kneed below her with frigid eyes of crimson and distaste, the audible choking of the dying demon being the only noise within the shadowy room for a cursory instant. Feeling death drawing near, the beast flailed chaotically, bludgeoning his aggressor with fist and claw in a frantic attempt to liberate himself from his attacker. But the woman seemed unmarred by her prey's ongoing assault, her biting words absolutely persistent in spilling forth from her fanged maw even as her own inhuman ichor dribbled, pooled and pattered at her feet.

“Xea speculates that you find her name revolting! Is that why you won't say it?” the haunter cried out. “Are you judging her, [i]you addle-minded fuck?[/i]” A blur of blood-spattered, gray-colored scales flashed before the demon's eyes. A deafening crunch pursued by his own pained grunt pierced the low-lit atmosphere of the sanctuary. 

“Are you labeling her because of what she's done and what she's like? It's all your doing! Your entire species! You bastards! All of you! It isn't Xea's fault your souls and essences and whatever-it-is-you-all-have are so delicious! Become nasty! Become [i]gross![/i] [i]That's[/i] the solution you should have been pursuing---but you didn't do it, did you? Idiots!”

She struck him again. His jaw now hung suspended by a tattered strip of leather-like skin and muscle. The raging surge of retaliation the demon had been exerting upon Xea ceased immediately.

"You moronic [i]hell-spawn![/i]”

A third blow sent more cracked fangs, black blood and the remains of the being's lower face streaking across the stonework floor.

“You damnable hell-spawn! Die!”

The agonized pain finally registered less than a second later, and the demon's aching scream, like that of a dying swine, only enraged Magnus more. “Who told you to bleed? Who told you to scream? No--wait, who even told you to [i]exist?[/i]”

Silence. 

“Answer Xea!” An increase in her body's mass and durability made Xea's fourth blow—the killing blow—impact with even greater force. A wet snap, a torrent of dark fluid and an explosion of spine and skull fragments were Magnus' reward. The headless body slumped downward to the right with a morbid [i]wump[/i].

The demon's lifeless physical form was no longer capable of supporting his life essence, and, like the thousands before it, it eventually presented itself to Xea both as an alluring aroma and as an ever-shifting cloud of energy. It attempted to pass through the masonry above her, but Xea's arcane gaze kept it restrained. She inhaled and held her mouth agape, forcibly urging the cloud to enter her petite shell. 

Whatever pitiful resistance the demon presented to Xea was rejected effortlessly. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, and then shivered in bliss.
 
“Xea? Xea, It was worse this time,” she muttered to herself. Her hands were drawn close to her face, turned over two times for her own personal inspection and then wrapped around her rib-cage in a tight self-embrace. “The weaker ones aren't enough Xea. Xea, they aren't enough.”