The streets ran red with blood, with the moon high in the sky looking down to the darkness of this wasted battle field. The cries long gone, the pain lingers and creeps in the mind, the memories there forever. Lives of innocent, the skill of a hunter, if not that of a monster… this was not the will of an army, but of one. Ruthless and cunning, yet minor descriptions of the life this beast leads, with the form of its victims and nature of a demon. Bodies all around, drained of the essence, and the burning desire for more, the rising of the morning sun not far in the distance. Rain pierces the flesh like daggers, streams down her satin skin. She rises and escapes to the safety of the darkness, to her home… once more.