Infinity crawled helplessly on her hands and knees, dragging her skirt of dreams behind her as a Devil stared deep into a glass of ale. Its contents swirled, a sickly yellow vortex as the demon's soft pallid hand held it before him. His nose ran along its edge, breathing deeply to take in its awful scent. Horridly it stank, but the smell overpowered the aroma of sweet ambrosia running powerfully through the heart strings of humans on all sides. Slowly an ache had churned in his throat as Leir sat at a bar stool in some lack-luster tavern on the edge of nowhere. Aimless wandering had taken his feet to this village's cobblestones at the first breath of night, now many hours later the itching in his chest had grown nearly to intolerable levels. He resisted, because none here had the odor of a feast worth fighting for. Several bestial species were also among the cattle here, and those he had no interest in nor fear of, individually. A half-ogre, an ugly beast of a man, tended the bar and kept a frequent check on the demon. It was the barkeep's nose for danger that had kept him alive his long fifty years, and Leir rank of danger. If it were to come down to it, he would run and leave the other creatures here to deal with the stranger.
Suddenly the door opened into the night and a fresh, vivid scent wafted across Leir's nose. Instantly the ache exploded into an uncontrollable pyre in his chest. It boiled up his throat and out his mouth, leaving his lips a shaking gasp. Swinging his head around to stare at the threshold his eyes fell upon a gorgeous human female wearing a long white dress. Mana seemed to pour from every vein of her being, but it was the perfume of her perfect, unspoiled and powerful blood that made him sway. The barkeep's nostrils flared, and his eyes widened, but his feeling came a moment too late to warn anyone. The demon burst forth from his chair, a blur of motion. The hearts in the room beat, for three seconds, in unison. One beat, his hands were on her. Two beat, her neck exploded crimson. Three beat, she lay dead in his grasp, tipped over under him as if he were kissing a lover.
Seconds passed in silence as the patrons watched him gulp her ruby life up eagerly, nobody sure of exactly what just happened. Finally reality hit someone, and a blood-curdling scream burst from their throat. It was shortly followed by a myriad chorus of fear and astonishment. Those who thought themselves brave and chivalrous drew weapons and two such men ran for the demon. They rushed in scared and on impulse, wanting to take the demon off guard. The devil acted without even lifting his lips from her neck. Long bone limbs burst from his back, their sharp ends piercing the chests of the unsuspecting fools. Blood ran down their chests and out mouths twisted into horrible surprise. Weapons and bodies crumbled to the wood floor, and the commotion and fear grew. Yet devil stood before the door, blocking any hope of escape. Finally he finished, letting the damsel fall gracelessly. Fire still burned inside him, eating up his insides and pushing him forward. With a guttural roar, Leir began his slaughter. The demon dined happy in their hell tonight.
The screams rolled out into the dark, spreading the plague of panic through the village. Many fled, having no ties to this place and knowing monsters were more frequent to Althanas than heroes. Others stayed and boarded up their windows and doors, hiding in corners and basements shivering with their family. Yet, for all of those it scared away, one couple drew ever closer.