Zephyr [ Demon ]

You wandered the streets with a sweater and a cap that covered your red eyes and your bloody fangs, seconds ago you had to sacrifice a human to feed yourself.

It was raining, you were going home, in a world where you believed you were the only demon, what you could do to adapt was to live like a mortal, although that didn't always work when your most demonic part needed human blood.

You entered an alley in search of a momentary refuge, you heard laughter in the background, you saw a man in black clothes leaning against the wall with a cigarette, he looked at you.

"If I were you, I'd rather get wet than come in here," he said sinisterly.