Demonspawn
Demarcus let out one last snarl before turning to slam his face into the meat. He clamped his teeth onto each piece of meat and flipped it into his open mouth. In a matter of moments the meat was gone, and in mere seconds, so was Demarcus. He quickly dashed up over the table and out through the nearest door. He did not slow his pace as he sniffed the floor below him, obviously searching for something. He soon stopped at the doorway to the room he had stayed in for the night, and immediately tore the door from its resting place, dragging it into his room. He then began to scratch the door wildly, and yet the resulting scars that the door took were so precise...




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