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Staring blankly, two crystallized eyes hovered in the near darkness of the cave. The eyes were cast in a blue light, particles streaming down from the moon in shallow beams; twice the eyes blinked, fading in and out of the sight, believing to be fading from reality. The eyes were dark pools of an infinite depth, light shimmering just off its surface, the pupils darting to every sound heard and every shadow that moved. Slowly the full demon emerged from his cave-like hiding place and took his first step on the human world.

A dreamlike scenery expanded before the demon. A field of grain rising and falling with the turf shot up from the ground and stood nearly three full feet in the air, a swift wind blew the grain forcing them all to release their yellow seeds. Other than the occasional rise and fall of the terrain, the land was flat and held a certain mystery to it. The demon sniffed the air taking in every unfamiliar scent, the place was old, far older than he or anyone could guess. The demon forced a smile and cast his gaze upward; the rush of fresh, un-refined air was soothing to him. Small clouds gathered, their potency at best was thin, the demon had never seen such things before, but had read about them in various literature documents: So these are clouds? he thought then and found that he liked their presence. Just beyond the clouds where the two moons, one a pale yellow and the other a deep shade of red, the red one was smaller, further back in space, and gave off little light in its hue.

“Alpha and Omega,” spoke the demon aloud, his voice was cold, yet warm and held much empathy. There was also a apathetic deadness to his tone. The demon took a full bow in respect to the moons before going about on his business.

The caves, if you could call them that, were jagged groves cut into the terrain’s surface like forces of lightning striking multiple points consecutively. Bits of the terrain rose from the ground forming sharp points that highly resembled the inside of a shark’s mouth, while other areas sank into an eternal abyss; overall a foul, eerie feeling could be felt whenever one got close to the Demon’s Den, even the most dimwitted of creatures learned to fear the caves.

The demon stepped onto the human world for the first time that night driven with a hidden need, a desire so powerful that he’d risk life and limb to complete. Slowly, the demon took out a crimson pendant looped around a heavy golden chain and tied it to his neck. Without the limiter, he’d be attacked, imprisoned possibly, killed in cold blood highly. He was what he was out of choice, as with this life-threatening gamble.

A smile curled on his lips naturally unlike before, the demon proceeded east and kept walking till dawn when he reached the first town, a secluded human settlement…

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