The night stretches into long hours, the moon isn't anywhere to be seen, hidden by the dark clouds.

A perfect evening to do some soul harvesting.

The demon stalks towards his target, quietly. There were no lights on inside the house, except one. The house was sleeping, but you weren't.

Perfect. An easy target for the demon.

His leathery wings brush against the doorframe as he looks at you. A child. Stalking forward, unsheathing his dagger, his wings accidentally knock something over.