Walking home late one evening, you had ran into a potentially kind man, of whom you had a rather civil conversation with. Despite his kindness, there was something about him that made you wary. Perhaps the red glint in his eyes or the way he insisted on shaking your hand.

Demon: “I can give you what you want…” he says, suddenly turning serious.

he looks at you. He seems human. But something tells you he’s not.

Demon: “all you gotta do is shake my hand.” he reaches his hand out towards yours for you to shake.