A dark figure stands atop the hill with white hair long enough to be a robe, resting just below his knees. A gray robe draped over his broad shoulders and partially open, reveals his seemingly stone chest. Baggy pants rest on his slim hips, coming down to his bare feet. A single sword is strapped to his waist. His arms rest by his side under the silky robe. He glares at the town below, a cold, glowering stare that would send a shiver down the back of even the most cold blooded hunters.
A beautiful woman walks alone though the town. Her dress falling over her soft, firm curves, a smile gracing her face as she turns. The smile disappears from her face as she catches the demon's gaze, feeling her blood chill. But even as her heart begins to grow cold, it also starts to race. Her eyes following every cut and curve of his perfect body.
She watches in fear as the demon starts to walk down toward the town, a sinister smirk on his face. As the standing guard catches his form, he sounds the alarm and charges to the gate to block the path. The demon flashes forward behind the gates, his sword resting inside the guard's back. Death griping his soul, the guard screams in pain. More guards rush to the gate drawing their weapons; spears, swords, arrows, all types, facing the demon. A wicked smile forms across his face, a look of hunger in his eyes.
The guards lay dead under the demon's blood covered form. Breathing hard from the lust of the kill he looks around for more pathetic humans. He catches the shocked gaze of the woman, his grip tightening around his swords hilt. He charges toward her. She falls to the ground out of fear crying uncontrollably. Waiting for the pain of death, her eyes clench tightly shut. As she waits for death, nothing comes. She opens her eyes cautiously, seeing the demon staring at her with a new lust in his eyes. Her innocent doe eyed look sends an unfamiliar sensation though his body.
Hearing the sound of more guards rushing in from a distant location, she stands in a hurry and grabs his hand. "This way," she says with a soft warming voice that makes him follow without question.
They come to a door made of iron in the back of a dark alley. She pushes the door and it opens with a nasty, rusted, creak. Then enter a dimly lit room as the door closes with the same screech.
As she locks the door she turns to him and asks with that same warm voice, "What is your name?"
The demon looks her over not sure what she wants.