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Slowly moving down the dark streets of Burns, the demon, more precisely nightmare, that went by Dov moved as a silhouette. The way that he moved made him look like a shadow when one moved past the sun, changing position and angle, but never moving a single muscle.

He was rapidly changing between a colorless mass and his human form. He sought new prey, special prey. Something to haunt that was more rewarding than you average human. A small ripple in time had told him that many things that were not human would soon reach the town. From there, he could ruin their dreams, turning them into nightmares. The nightmares then created fear, the food of many 'harmless' demons. He was not like the others who fed on pain, suffering, anger, angst, death, and sorrow. No, instead he fed on fear, but only could he feed when his prey rested its fragile head.

So, the nightmare would wait, patrolling the city. The moment he would see something inhuman, he would lock on and hunt his prey.