The night of the Blood moon, a demons feast, was finally here. It was the witching hour, and that meant it was time to feast. Young Zilmalak, known to humans as Tony, only eleven years old at the time, was out stalking with his Legion. A family of four had the unfortunate luck of walking through the very alley the demons were lurking in. The clan tore them apart, gnawing though their flesh. First the parents, while holding the two, young children back, forcing them to watch their parents get brutally devoured. The youngest, a small boy at the age of seven only bawled, which vexed the creatures, which is why he was their next course of the meal. Small Avery, also eleven, was terrified. She looked into Tony's eyes with tears in her face. In that second he felt something rush through him. Something he had never experienced.
"Please!", he suddenly cried out to the elders of the clan, whom were ripping off pieces of the child's skin. "Can the girl live?", he asked. The older members were confused and thought his proposition was completely ridiculous. They went in to start on the second child. Avery was crying a silent, horrible cry, pleading to Tony with her eyes, begging him to save her. "What if I gave up on my feast for tonight and kept this mortal as a sort of pet?" He proposed.
"You may keep the girl in exchange for your right as a high member of our clan" one of the elders spoke. Tony solemnly agreed. Why, is unknown. Did he really want her as a pet that badly? Why would he have done that? It's not like he could ever care about her. He was a demon. And everyone knows that demons are incapable of love, right?
...right??
