He had been a prisoner within the confines of his own mind for what felt like eons. He was forced to witness everything that had happened in his life over and over again. Demons weren't exactly the doting parental type figures that most humans had. After birth it was a fight for your right to survive. Many perished. It also didn't help that he was of the Arachnae Tribe, also known as the "Black Widow" demons. Most Arachnae were fiercely independent and only sought out others of their kind when it came to mating. And even then the woman often murdered the male.<br/><br/>But Espirit was not a fully fledged Arachnae. He was half-Arachnae, half-human. It was a mix that had never been seen before and hadn't been seen since. It wasn't supposed to have been possible. But here he was as proof that it was.<br/><br/>Espirit had been sealed away for a long time lost within a realm of memories and dreams. But suddenly he seemed to be awakening.<br/><br/>What would be revealed to her eyes once the energy faded was a thick web with a person seeming entombed in it. But a closer look would reveal eight long black legs protruding from his back and stretching around the web. They ended in wickedly sharped points and were clearly very good weaponry. Slowly the Arachnae's eyes opened. His eyes were pitch black. This wasn't the form he was always in, but it was his natural form. Shaggy black hair grew from his head and ran to about waist level. He had a thick beard. Obviously his hair was so long as a result of being locked away for so long.<br/><br/>His flesh was the exact opposite of his empty black eyes. His flesh was extremely pale. It stood as a complete contrast to the darkness of his eyes, hair, and long black spider-like legs. He yawned deeply and sniffed the air. He could smell her. He could almost feel the warm blood coursing through her veins. The scent was incredibly potent. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Tiredness was quickly being replaced with ravenous hunger.<br/><br/>Slowly, he expertly maneuvered himself out of the web. It was so intricately designed that it had obviously taken a long time to be able to move so gracefully through such a thick web. He climbed out on his spider legs and stood rather high off the ground. His spider legs stretched easily the length of 8 feet apiece. He also had human arms and human legs. He looked sort of out of it. Truth be told he was weakened from his long slumber.<br/><br/>He turned his head sharply and a deep crack resounded through the chamber. He repeated the motion several times. Meanwhile he slowly worked the kings out of his appendages. His eyes never left the woman before him as he did so. She was incredibly beautiful to his eyes, but it was humorous in a dark way. He appreciated her refined beauty as both a person and as a meal.<br/><br/>The Arachnae started to speak but his voice merely sounded like gravel. He cleared his throat. How long had he been out of it? He was so tired and weary. Even his legs were sagging due to a lack of strength. He really needed to eat.<br/><br/>"I apologize," the Arachnae managed to speak. His voice was smooth and silky now that the roughness had been gotten rid of. It had been a long time since he had spoken. "I appreciate you waking me up, but I need food. And you will suffice."<br/><br/>Suddenly two of his large black legs shot out towards her like javelins, but they were slow. He cursed himself for his weakness. But there was nothing he could do about it.