"Really?", Damien said, almost not believing it. And then he laughed. "So you don't believe in Christ either. I am he.. if you put the word 'anti' in front of the name. I don't stand against him. Actually, I was curious about being friends with him. The most powerful wizard in this world and the Lord of Hell, quite a nice combination. But if you'd rather die.."
He chuckled, waving his hand, and then an old witch passing by suddenly burst into flames, screaming, flailing, and then exploding into a pile of ashes. A lightning bolt came down.. Damien reach up, and it touched him; then a bolt of energy left his other hand and shot towards a lamp post to shatter its bulbs, then leaped to the next one, til half the street was bombarded with sounds of broken glass. "I'm curious, do you really want to die? You have no wand anymore. We may have been equal a moment ago but that's clearly not the case anymore."