Many shouts and cries surrounded the incubus as he approached the village. Blood trickled down the length of his wing and stained his coat, but that was the last thing he cared about. His eyes were bloodred, and he was prepared to do anything to retrieve his dear Anna.<br/><br/>The villagers drew near him, armed with fire and pitchforks. "Demon! Leave here! We already took what was rightfully ours." "Lies," Meiranis snarled, "the girl is mine, you gave her to me." They reacted like a hive of angry insects. But amidst the chaos, one voice drowned out the rest. "Anna!" Though he fought, though he clawed at the attackers, he was weary. He found himself pinned to the ground, hands bound and more than a few men holding him prostrate.