Demon!Sora - Kahlan
"I'm sure you and your little sword could hurt me." He shrugged. He didn't care. He'd heal easily. It was the boy that would truly suffer. "See, we demons? We might hurt, but we always get better. It's a talent of ours. But Sora? Every time you hurt me, you hurt him. And once I leave this body - if I ever leave this body - all those old wounds will come back. They'll consume him and he'll die a slow, painful death. Because of you. Is that what you want? Are you the type of woman who would condemn such a young, sickeningly sweet boy to his death?" Oh, how he loved messing with the humans. Particularly the heroic types. This place seemed to be full of them - it was partly why he had been so eager to sign up for the gig. It was the icing on the wonderful cake that was Lucifer's rise.
Christo. His head turned violently to the right in a manner that looked far from human. When he looked up again, his eyes were no longer blue. They were black. "Bitch," Pythos spat. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you? You've lost. You've all lost. Sam Winchester is going to break the final seal. Lucifer is going to walk free. And when he does?" Pythos laughed. "You're all going to die. You've already lost, human. Put down your sword and walk away." He doubted that she would. Whether she did or not truly didn't matter - he fully planned on killing her and everyone else on this street anyway. "Decide quickly," Pythos said, mocking her words without shame.