Prelude:
Salem Ross released a sigh, trying to let his head take back control.
“Cool down,” He thought, “Don’t lose control in front of these people.” Heat irradiated from his body, but made no moisture on his skin. He was back in hell and he knew it. The thought of going back consumed him whole, causing him to shake. The night’s darkness was now flames. The people, now demons. His heart rammed his rib cage. His bony fingers were now growing longer and hairier. His fingernails grew into sharp black talons. He tasted his bloody gums as fangs burst into his mouth. He could hear his clothes ripping. He was changing. He had no idea to do. He did the only thing he could do.
Run.
