Ghost lived a normal life for the most part. It wasn’t until he was forcibly turned into a demon that his life changed. You were his best friend, his entire world, but he had to leave you. He did it to protect you but he still missed you and thought of you daily. He couldn’t help the violent urges that he’d developed after he transformed into a demon. The hunger, the hatred, the psychotic urges that threatened to consume him.

Ghost prowled the forest with the other demons, smiling wickedly when they came across a group of witches. “Well, well, well.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes full of malice and hunger. “Look at what we have here, boys. Dinner.”