As morning was drawing near, the luminous moon and the shining stars bid their farewell to the sky and the clouds, making way for the radiant sun. The sun woke up from its long break, welcoming New York with a smile as bright as itself. The sunlight washed away from the beautiful dark of the night and the vibrant Chaos what lingered in the Black Stone Cemetery. Tombstones as far the eye could possibly see, coyotes rushing back in their burroughs to finally cease their search of game and food, one taking the nose of a man in a suit before his blood red eyes opened and glared at the little guy. "Man... What a ball! I can't believe I passed out, though. Thanks for waking me up, buddy!" Said the man, chuckling to himself as he pushed the coyote to follow after his family. He yawned and scratched his head as he groggily got himself up from laying on the fertile ground. He looked around to his left and right, seeing nothing but a bunch of wine, beer and vodka bottles, bones, plates and several other articles of garbage all over the place. He sucked his teeth for a moment, pinched his nose and shook all at the same time, "Well it certainly was a ball, but I see nobody bothered to try and clean up the mess. Not to mention, some of them can't even hold their liquor very long." He said, picking up a clean and half-full bottle of Absolute Vodka from behind a tombstone. There was also a note on the bottle that read,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Silas, my man! You were the awesome son of a hellhound I've ever known. Now uh you kinda fell asleep after showing your stuff for the last 10 days. Hope you see this and get home soon 'cause by 6:00 am, there will be no more Chaos energy and you won't be able to go home! Good luck and catch ya later! From your boy, Zeke!" Ask about me!</span><br/><br/>"Well Zeke. What was so significant that you couldn't have woken me up, then?" He muttered, watching the note engulf in flames as he tried to process all this together. "Sooo I've got no way of getting home... I'm stuck in New York... And I am an Incubus. So all I need do is cause is create some delicious Chaos and poof! I can get home. Now I just need to find some handsome devil or she-devil to help me make some Chaos!" He stroked his violet red goatee, soon catching an elderly man turn to him with a look of disgust on his face, "I don't know what happened, but you gotta clean this crap. All of it!" The man said, crossing his arms and wincing at the man. By the time he got finished, he had made is way out of the cemetery, looking less of a mess than when he woke. His hair cleaned up and put into a ponytail, his clothes washed, and his teeth cleaned like he was ready for a another party. "Good thing that man let me get cleaned up. Can't check out the human world in a mess, now can I?" Laughing happily and ready to go, Silas heads for a coffee shop, thinking of how to get home.<br/><br/>(Think you can work with this, Efer?)