Silent wings carried him along the rooftops of the city, sharp senses picking up any amount of trace elements that mundanes would normally miss. Freed from his leash, no demonic tagalongs for the moment, he was able to study the city and it's multitude. Or more precisely, the events that drove said multitude. Thus it was, he found himself landing atop a slat-tiled roof, claws shattering two of the tiles as he dug in for purchase. Nostrils flared as he slowly looked from side to side, the large body slowly lowering into a crouch.

This spree of killings fascinated him. For one of the mundanes to be harboring so much rage and anger"it was almost"inhuman. A lip curled back from long canines, the two overgrown front gleaming in faint lanternlight. Even now, with the scene cleaned as best they could, he could detect the sweet smell of blood. Copper, mixed with fear undercut by hate. It gripped the city in fear, a heavy pall that excited the infernal spirit. The aura alone was enough to sustain him, but it also awoke other urges.

Black wings snapped open, a flexing of legs muscles sent him into the air, and soon he winged his way over the Harbor District. Dull-red eyes flicked over the alleys and streets below, searching?there! A longshoreman, stopped under a lanternpost, to light a cigarette.

He never knew what hit him. One second he was taking a drag from his clove, the next he was being lifted into the air, to be slammed into the side of a warehouse. He never saw the gleaming fangs descending, only felt the solid grip of arms wrapped around him, then the explosion of pain as the fangs sank into his neck, sending the hearts-blood flowing into an eager maw.