(note: AGED DOWN TEMPORARILY, TIMESKIP AFTER THIS PART)

Craig could hardly breathe, curled up underneath his kitchen table. He wasn't sure what happened, or, he was too young to be able to process it. all he could make out, was blood splattered across his house, and the low growling of a demon nearby. He heard his breathe, listening to the gentle click of the imp hooves on the floors of his home, it's low growing as it tried to see if there was anything else alive in the home