Wrath nods in response to the observation. He would ordinarily simply admit to the fact that he is a demon, but they are otherwise preoccupied at the moment. The sharp gold of his eyes surveys the creature in front of them.

Even this is an interesting development. How can it pull directly from this mortal's mind, twist his own fears against him? A demon of Hell could, but this creature simply formed accidentally from the wall.

He aims the dagger at its skull with careful precision, readying his magic as well - it is unlikely it will go down easily given it isn't exactly alive at all.

"...do you want to destroy it or should I?"