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Hours quickly passed and at last Nykos was stirred from his thoughts by the scent of the women. The two had emerged from the café smelling of wine and poultry heavy with garlic. The alcohol coursing through their young veins would surely enhance the taste of their flesh, he mused. Nykos watched them wave goodbye to the waiter through the window of the café. They giggled as they proceeded up the street and leaned on one another for support, obviously feeling the effects of their dinner libations.

The demon detached himself from the shadows and followed. It always amused him how oblivious humans were to the dangers that existed around them in the darkness - but then again, it was to his advantage that they remained ignorant.

There was a sharp chill in the air but Nykos barely noticed. The thick fur that covered his muscular body afforded him ample protection against the elements. He couldn't wait to shed the coat and hat before taking down his prey, couldn't wait to see the look in their eyes as they gazed upon his monstrousness.