His smiled widened. He had successfully taken care of the problem without creating more work for himself to do. He twisted the blade in his hand, watching the light reflect off of what small parts were untouched by the now dry blood. The sounds of many curses flowed through the halls, music playing just for Artemis' ear. With little reason to remain there, he walked back to Marilyn's room in order to dispose of the body. 

Luckily, the body did not bleed too much on the floor. Most of the external damage was done to his wrist, the rest being internal. It wasn't even his original intention to keep clean while he killed the intruders, but it seemed to have worked out in one of the best ways for him. He picked up the body with ease, silently carrying it out of the room and through the halls. He didn't expect anyone to be out at this hour, and he knew the perfect way to dispose of the body.

He walked through the halls of the estate with little to say. What could he say to a dead man? I hope your wretched soul finds an equally wretched home to rot in? I wish I could have kept you alive longer to make you suffer more for your actions? There wasn't anything he could say that wouldn't be macabre. Well, he didn't need to say anything to his kill. His body was nice and toasty in the fireplace, and Artemis mare sure to take special care of it and see that everything was burning and turning to ashes correctly.  He poked and prodded the decaying body accordingly, adding extra wood to keep it going. When the body was finally gone, Artemis stopped the fire almost at will, and began to clean it furiously. He needed it spotless and scentless, or at the most bottom of lines, the scent of charred wood and fire to cover the scent of a recently burned body. It had taken hours, almost the entire night being spent on making sure that any shreads left were properly disposed of to leave absolutely no traces. He was a demon, sleep wasn't a [i]need[/i], but a luxury.