The roaring of laughter echoed around the children, a voice as cruel as death and as cold as ice split the air around them before settling on their ears, allowing them to hear the words. "A soul... you want a soul that I do not have, that I do not care for anymore.... and that soul you want, I cannot give, it is gone, torn asunder and devoured, destroyed in the forges of hell and heaven, terminated in the ravages of unlife. And hardly fair I would say, I have to fight two, while alone... and only recieve the two punt little souls that will only feed me for two days each, I shall not fight you... I shall not even lay a paw upon your brow.... I shall not touch you, for your stupidity will kill you..." The voice died away and stopped, disappearing in the depth of the rising sun on the horizon.