The air was ripe with their scent. An intoxicating mixture of sweat and blood that made him salivate at the mere thought of their eventual capture. He could practically taste them already and he swallowed the excessive saliva. He had first caught a whiff of them on his normal patrol; a boring affair of wandering aimlessly through the park after dark. It was a know hot-spot for the little folk to appear and though he was under ‘official’ orders to report and turn over any that he should come

Chapter Six: The Songbirds.
 
 
 
 
 
“I don’t understand why I can’t just walk...” Erin mumbled from Magnus’s arms. “Or are you gonna say food doesn’t walk itself back to the pantry?”
 
There came a light chuckle from the demon who was carrying her. “I wasn’t going to say that, but you do make an astute observation,” Magnus replied in an easy going manner. “No, I was going to say that if I let you walk back yourself and one of the ot

He watched the last piece of waffle being stuffed into the small creature’s mouth and as they chewed with reckless abandon and swallowed hard to get it down. Their little belly pushed out from under their shirt as they sat back into the chair with a loud content sigh, their eyes closed in post-dinner bliss. “You make the best waffles…”
 
He chuckled as finished drying the last of the dishes. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow to a messy kitchen, especially if tonight went as plan

The street light above flickered and buzzed before dying out just as the large stranger passed beneath it. His feet clacked against the pavement, sounding far too loud in the empty street, so he made his way to softer grass to muffle his movements. It was the space of time when one day bled into the next and the walls of worlds weakened and bent and sometimes broke all together. The city slept, blissfully unaware and unconcerned with the makings and machinations of the night dwellers. With the s

Chapter Five: Magnus
 
 
 
She tried to remember the words to the song she last heard on the radio before demonic forces pulled her into the Netherworld. The melody came easy enough, but she could not remember the words to it all and merely ended up repeating the chorus over and over.
 
Much like Danny was returned to the room by his devourer, Mickael was returned a little while later by the Demoness, Lyra. She had him wrapped in a swathe of purple brocade and though th

Chapter Three: The Waiting Game Continues…
 
 
Erin, James, and Valarie huddled together and waited. The air was thick and heavy with the weight of their anxiety and fear. In her head, Erin could hear the slow tick-tick-tick of the clock that counted down to the next demon to step through the door.
 
“Whoever is next,” James said quietly. “I’m sorry. None of you – us – deserve this.”
 
“I want to go home,” Valarie said, crying softly into James’s

Chapter three: The Waiting Game
 
 
 
Archeon left them to contemplate their new roles with a promise that food would soon be delivered to them to aid in their recovery. Just before closing the door shut, he paused and peered at them through the crack, his red eyes glimmering with want. “Rest well, morsels.”
 
Once the teal door had shut closed and they were sealed inside, the velvet drapes fell again and they were left alone.
 
“If we don’t eat then we wo