What's this? A demon thinks he can match the might of the Grand Maestro?! A foul, twisted creature from the depths of the Neatherworld thinks he can stand before the prophecies of the Score! What madness this is! Oh, this Dark Hero will beg for whatever mercy is granted his kind before Mohs is through. The elements shall ravage his body, every fiber of his being shall quake in fear of Mohs' immense presense! It is written, it is inevitable, Mohs shall be victorious!
