“Die,” the demon hissed, before complying with Kefka’s request and tightening its hand, ignoring the slick blood. The demon watched dispassionately for a long moment to make sure that the mage died completely. He drew his scarlet-coated hand away from the man’s chest, letting the body drop to the middle of the area it had destroyed. Then, raggedly, even wearily, it rose into the air once more, flying away from Kefka’s corpse.