<span style="font-style: italic">The smell of blood and fire are overwhelming this place. The sounds of victory is apparent, but for what chaos happened here. It is not worth dancing and singing about the so-called glorious victory. </span><br/><br/>Many thoughts like this flowed through the mind of Rain as he was watching the town from a nearby destroyed ballista that was next to the road leading out of town. This wasn't the first of the cities Rain had encountered that had survived an attack from the invading demonic armies. All the cities were the same. They would celebrate a victory they would have lost if it wasn't the destruction of their armies and their precious landscape. Then the demonic army would come back stronger and better lead. The city would have almost no defense. Nothing in nature could protect them. The cities just became a town in a barren landscape waiting for the demonic armies to take it over.<br/><br/>However, this town as different to Rain. Ever since the demonic invasion began, the wildlife have becoming to begun scarce. This is a huge problem to Rain. With scarce wildlife that means there is little chance of Rain to be eating every night. He hasn't had a decent meal in four days. That's what made this town different to him. Normally he wouldn't even consider going into a town for food, mainly because of his lack of money and the fact that if anything went overly wrong. Rage would take over his body and cause chaos within the town. Desperate times call for the desperate measures. He was beginning to starve and the town had the food he needed.<br/><br/>The moment Rain had been waiting for all day finally happened. A carriage and a couple wagons were approaching the ballista.  He didn't want to risk coming into town on foot. Rain was a strange enough looking man as it was without demons about. He probably would have brought a lot of attention to himself if he walked in the front gates. The caravan was ahead of the ballista now. Rain ran towards the back of one of the wagons and climbed inside. The wagon was full of lumber and craftsman supplies. Very limited room, but that's all he needed to enter the town.<br/><br/>The caravan stopped. Rain could hear the guards talking about a routine inspection. Rain took to the darkest corner of the wagon and used his powers to cover himself up in shadows. Soon a guard opened the flaps to the back of the wagon.<br/><br/>"Everyone looks normal in this one too," shouted the guard as he closed the back flaps. Rain was safe for now.   He waited for a few more minutes as the wagon was being drawn into town. He suspected to be in the middle of the town, which would be the best place to take some of the desperate food he needed.<br/><br/>He hopped out of the wagon and into an overwhelming crowd of celebrators.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Perfect. No one will notice a thief in a celebration like this</span><br/><br/>Rain saw what appeared to be a baker with his little outdoor shop on the corner. After being pushed and pulled by the celebrators he finally made it to the shop. The baker was in a deep conversation with some of the celebrators.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He will never notice</span><br/><br/>He grabbed a small loaf of bread and continued walking. A few more steps and he was greeted by the cold touch of steel to the back of his neck.<br/><br/>"Looks like we have a thief here. You should know the price thieves have to pay. Stretch your arm out so we don't take it by force," spoke the rough looking soldier behind Rain.<br/><br/>Rain was in trouble. If he allowed his arm to be cut off, Rage would take his body over and most likely massacre all the innocents. If he resisted, he would have to fight. Running would be impossible with everyone here. If he fought, he would most likely kill innocents. And the longer he fought the higher chance for Rage to appear.