"Hmph, so much for Catherine's cleansing! So weak a will, so easy to break! Now, where's that scythe of mine..."
It sounded almost like a mockery of Catherine. A twisted amalgamation of voices all uttering in unison, from deep, dark, and grim, to sweet and lighthearted, altogether.
Stepping into the Nether, after so long unpracticed, was a bit of a challenge, but eventually, Ithix broke the barrier between dimensions. Now, it was just smooth sailing between the infected worlds.
"Xoroth... Xoroth is the way. Catherine still commands the dreadsteed." Mockingly, the demon spoke with Catherine's natural light-hearted tone, with fake stutters. "'All I did was p-power portal magics! I-I definitely d-didn't witness the slaughter raged on by the L-Legion firsthand! I-I /definitely/ wasn't a l-lieutenant of the Dread Riders!' Hmph... the lying wretch gets what she deserves." Ithix let out a cackle, that gradually grew in volume- almost echoing throughout the void of the Nether itself.
"Ooh, I did miss this. Hmph, these legs will take some getting used to. No longer am I a secondary! My havoc will be witnessed firsthand!"
As the ride along netherstreams continued, Ithix detoured from his path and steered toward one of many worlds in a visible range. The planet was wicked, black and bright orange, stirring with brimstone flames and flares of lava raging through the surface.
Ithix crashed into the planet's surface, puffs of smoke bursting from the landing location. Once the smoke withered away, Ithix stood with an exhausted yawn and stretch. "Hmph... Xoroth's not changed a bit." The demon grinned. "Perfect..."
The constant clicking and clacking of stampeding hooves echoed throughout the world's atmosphere. In fact, some of the very stampedes themselves raged on right before Ithix's eyes. Twisted abominations- barely recognizable as horses. The demonic steeds rushed in endless numbers.
"First, to find my scythe. Second, to bind my dreadsteed. Third, to deal with those wretches who've been inhibiting my plans of wrath for months now!"
Ithix extended his hand out and closed his eyes. The subtle, quiet muttering of Eredun yet spoke volumes throughout the thrashing, chaotic world of Xoroth. It would soon be overtaken by the whoosh of whirling steel flying through the air. The sound stopped, however, once Ithix closed his fist. In it, would be a scythe- carved of bone and fel-iron, merged together like an alloy.
Ithix burst his demon wings free from his robe and quickly glided over the drafts of winds. Landing near the multitude of stampeding horses, he reached his hand out yet again. One of the many dreadsteeds detoured from its path, and eagerly approached Ithix's call. Ithix quickly conjured a saddle- fel-iron plating- and infused the horse with fel energies. With loud, protesting cries from the horse, it objected. To no avail. Ithix quickly hopped upon the saddle with a grin on its lips.
And with all of that, Ithix shot out with light-speed upon his new horse- into the Nether yet again.
"This is the part I like best. The anticipation."
"...no, it's definitely the killing."