John stood up, a six foot two inch tall demon with medium black hair that had white streaks in it, a pair of jet black wings were splattered with blood. His eyes were a deep shade of blood red lined with yellow. His usual knife in hand dripping with fresh blood John looked down on the pile of flesh lay at his feet heaving barely able to breathe. John was pleasantly surprised to have been able to keep this man alive for so long while he slowly cut him to pieces. Though you could barely tell this pile of flesh was once even human. John laughed and poured salt on the pile of flesh that once was a hunter. They used salt on him and his kind all the time so he felt it was only fair he return the favor. Once the salt container was empty he bent down again and opened his mouth sucking in the mans soul. He had been making his way through the beautiful Nevada mountains when this hunter attacked him, he was getting sick of this war. Once John had finished eating the soul, the pile shivered then collapsed.<br/><br/>John's form seemed to melt and shimmer until there was a six foot two inch tall normal man with short blonde hair and blue eyes standing over the pile. John raised his bloody knife to his lips and licked all the blood of the blade. The blood of evil men tasted so sweet to him. He looked up at the overcloud sky, the an should have known better then to try and attack him when there was no sunlight. John put his knife away and picked up his pack and started walking west again, he hadn't been to California in 50 years he figured it would be interesting to see how it had changed. He smiled as he walked through the snow covered mountains, he loved these peaceful places full of nature and absent of most of humanity.  The sound of fresh snow crunching under his boots as he walked through the powder covered forest. He occasionally caught glimpses of other wildlife, birds flitting from tree to tree, deer hiding behind the trees watching him. He walked through the forest for hours until it was dark out. Setting down his pack John let himself transform back into his demonic form and then put the pack back on over his wings. Now that it was dark out he could fly without anyone being able to see him. He stretched out his impressive twenty fool wing span and flapped them towards the ground, slowly at first but then he built up speed and jumped into the air gaining altitude remarkably fast. Once he was at a good altitude he judged at least fifty feet above the snow covered forest below.<br/><br/>John could feel the wind ruffling his feathers as it passed by them. He stretched his wings out letting himself drift on the night currents drifting from updraft to updraft. At this rate he would be in California in around five hours. He let his mind wander as he lazily glided through the air occasionally flapping to regain lost altitude, his mind drifting from thought to thought not particularly resting on anyone in particular. Eventually John lost track of time barely noticing when the air warmed up and the sky cleared allowing the stars to show themselves. He was finally snapped out of his musing when he saw the light pollution from a city close by. John decided he could go down and get some food since he was close to it anyway, not to mention that it would be light out soon and he really didn't want to find out if he could survive a fifty foot fall. He turned slightly aiming himself towards the nearby town slowly drifting down and landing a good mile outside of town where no one should have been able to see him. He shifted back into his human form as he walked towards town moving at a leisurely pace, he wasn't sure how long it took him to walk the mile to the town as he was more interested in the nocturnal wildlife enjoying there time awake.<br/><br/>Eventually the soft dirt and underbrush turned into pavement and carefully manicured trees in perfect rows lining the streets on either side. The sight of such organization annoyed John nature was not about organization it was about brutal chaos and surviving in it. Humans were such despicable creatures unable to figure out that chaos was just a really elegant system. John reveled in chaos there was always a new thing to find. Though he did like some of the things they came up with. for such despicable creatures they sure came up with some interesting and fun things, bacon cheeseburgers were by far his favorite. He plodded along the sidewalk until he found a suitable diner it was fairly packed which put a smile on John's face, dinner and a show he thought evilly to himself. He walked in and let the hostess seat him looking over the menu until he found what he wanted and signaled his waitress over to him.<br/><br/>"Get me the double bacon cheeseburger and a glass of mt.dew." John smiled at the waitress and implanted a though in her head, she would get him his food as fast as possible never knowing why it was so important. It took ten minutes for her to get back with his food the smell was great he waved her off after she set down his food having no need for her anymore. He spent the next few moments reveling in his burger ignoring the rest of the diner just letting himself get lost in the flavor occasionally taking a sip of the cool Mt.Dew in the glass the ice making a clinking sound when ever he moved the plastic glass. He was halfway through his burger when a loud noise broke him out of his private world. When he looked over he saw a customer yelling and tossing his food around like a spoiled child, the waitress he had was crying and trying to apologize but the customer stood up and punched her. Contempt and anger for the man rose up inside of John. He sent out his mind and grasped what little mind the man had and watched as he forced the mans body to move while the contemptuous mans mind watched helplessly unable to do anything but scream in silence. John walked the man to the bar counter made him grab a knife and walked him outside the diner where he made the man slice his own throat. With a smug satisfied smile John went back to his burger, that mans soul was not worth devouring.