Mmm, Chicken
The demon was strolling through the city streets, minding his own business. He had a trench coat on that dragged on the ground a little. None of his face was showing but there was a little light coming from his hood. The source of the light was his eyes. They were pure white, very unlike his dark heart.
Zenith thought about his next victim just as he rubbed shoulders with someone. He looked back at the other male. Their skin didn't touch so it was hard to tell who or even what this guy was. He sensed demon, but it was far too overwhelmed by human scents. It didn't take long for the demon to form a sentence.
"Watch where you're going or next time you'll become Satan's dinner." It didn't come off nearly as intimidating as he wanted it to be.
