Demon#3 (Kill her)

He can tear out their heart
Destroy their weak minds
He can't help but laugh
The entire time

Smelling the innocent blood
That fills the confined room
The putrid, musky smell
Satisfies and arouses him

Someone killed his heart supposable
So he can no longer feel
That's why he hurts people
Because their pain is real

He sheaths his blade
And quickly turns away
Satisfied, at least for
Just one more day.