Demon had been free of the grasp that was Lana'thel, the four chains now attached to his ankles were a sign of his strength and determination.... not even steel could hold him for long.
He was out, enjoying his freedom. The night was amazing, beautiful... if he had had a heart to speak of he would have gone so far to say it was enchanting. His licked his lips to remove the last of the flesh he had just ate, rabbit was one of his faviourites.... hard to catch and always fighting until the end. He sported three thin claw marks on his leg from the pathetic creatures struggle for life.
With a lazy yawn he looked around the clearing wondering what to do....
....the night was young. Adventure was in the air, he could almost feel it.
