|Date of Cutscene:||24 April 2017|
|Cast of Characters:||Zachary Lightwing|
A demonic presence lingers within an old hedgemage's trinket shop. The door, which usually remains invisible during off hours, remains so while the creature chows down on its meal. This demon does not take on the form of a man, but instead a beast, born of fears and ancient concepts that even ancient beings recognize.
It pauses, and lifts its attention back to the world.
Prey? No... A familiar scent.
Remembering the smell of that foolish boy, the demon is briefly taken aback. Not even mages could come back from the dead, and after what it did to him, there should be no way that he still lives. Yet he smells that soul, and yet it's different. Perhaps stitched back together... yes.
It will need to watch him. But after feeding.
Zach raises his head to look toward an alley on his way to the front of his apartment building. He plays with his keychain nervously and frowns at a sensation that crawls up his back. Magic... but he can't discern its location. Something just didn't feel right.
It felt familiar.
But he mustn't get involved in that world. The only way he's kept safe is by staying as normal as he can.
It's the only way.