[DoktorSnope]

It was twelve in the morning, the Witching Hour as some superstitious people called it, the time when things that go bump in the night were said to rear their foul heads ready to induce terror and wreak destruction wherever they could. Though it was common knowledge that such things didn't exist, that they were just humanity's way of coping with the unknown, giving it physical form to make it easier to deal with...

At the end of a cul-de-sac, that was deserted save for a few late night stragglers, stood a large tree. Subtly the darkest shadow at the base of its trunk rippled and slowly out of the darkness rose a person. Though it would have been a stretch to call this being a person, he was more humanoid than anything else. He stood 6ft tall, and had a slight muscular build. Six horns protruded out of the top of his head, three on either side, the smallest lying just above his temples and getting larger as they went back. His burgundy colored skin was rife with black tattoos and was contrasted by his long silver hair that ran down his back, it was lengthy enough to reach his long whip like tail that he currently had curled around his waist for convenience.

Mephisto smiled a devilish grin as he laid his golden eyes on the house nearest to the tree. He searched for a branch that stretched out closest to the top left window of the house and easily cleared the 20ft jump needed to reach it. He settled on the branch, not bothered in the least by the sudden cold on his naked skin. Mephisto gazed through the window, his enhanced night vision making the dark interior visible to him, and his eyes glowed bright for a moment as he saw the object of his desire sleeping on his bed. He had been quietly stalking this man ever since he had caught sight of him a week ago, he was perfect, and stirred the demon's lust like no human has before. Mephisto had gone back to the demon plane fully intending to take the man, though he wanted to draw it out, for it would be all the more sweet when he finally got what he wanted.

Tonight was the night, his obsession had reached its peak and he could not wait any longer. He tensed his muscles, preparing to enter the man's bedroom, but stopped and glanced down at a human that was gazing up wide-eyed at him from the base of the tree. "Humph, must have gotten so focused on him that I lowered my guard, oh well," he said aloud smirking at the human and flashing his sharp fangs, before jumping back into the shadows leaving the man staring dumbly at the spot where he has vanished.

Instantly he reappeared in the man's bedroom, rising out of the gloom. He looked over to the form on the mattress. The man was sleeping, though light whimpers were coming from his mouth. Mephisto tilted his head and considered the man, wondering what kind of dream he was having.......



(I hope that was a good enough intro.....)