Waiting for the Dark One...
The demon was hanging around his favorite mortal feeding ground. He felt he hadn't had enough to fill his stomach. His claws dripped onto the alley's asphalt, staining it crimson. He watched several groups pass before something else caught his eye. It appeared that one of his alternates had once again crossed his path. "Oh, you're going to be fun to see..." He quickly made his way towards the other, ignoring the screams around him, silencing some with his tail.















