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Shabriri flew amidst the darkness. He hadn't really killed anyone since before the other demons started showing up, but that was alright. A kill here and there would please his urge. He took a seat on a nice rooftop, and watched the city from above. The rain was beating down hard on his head, which was slightly aggravating. But all was good, he enjoyed it, because all it did was make more darkness.

Shabriri heard some rattling, but he ignored it, thinking it was just a rumble of thunder. He enjoyed the view of city. It was so unlively, since all the people knew they were going to die.

"Hey, you!" a voice cried. "Don't move!"

The demon sighed. He could guess what was behind him. A human female, small and frail, with a tiny pistol that she was going to shoot at him. Sure enough, Shabriri heard a shot whiz past his ears. Nervous hands... He turned around, confirming his prediction. She was small, had hair comparable to his skin, except maybe a more vibrant shade of...yelllow? That's what the humans call it, or something like that anyway.

"Another hero..." said Shabriri with a laugh. The girl had her gun held up to him, her arms shaking like jelly. "Even the heroes can't stand up to us, little one," he said, flashing his yellow teeth. She looked disgusted, but her feet weren't moving. Shabriri had her stuck to the ground.

"Run, little girl, run!" cried Shabriri, with a mocking laughter. She wouldn't move, or say a word. It looked like her feet were trying to move, but, like most, they were paralyzed by the intimidation of Shabriri (or that's what he thought, at least). He walked up to the girl, and pulled the gun right out of her hands. He said, examining it, "Merely a toy," as he tossed it off the roof. The girl still stood there, looking up at him, shaking, but unmoving.

Shabriri smiled, looking down at the girl. "Pity. Another hero falls." He wrapped his large hands around her neck, and gave a tight squeeze. After a sickly popping sound, Shabriri let go, and she fell to the ground. The demon picked her up, and sniffed her. She definitely didn't have a lot of meat on her bones, not worth eating. He tossed her off of the building, and flew off. The rooftop definitely wasn't a good hiding spot for the night.

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Richard woke up again, another nightmare. It seemed he slept through the whole day, the darkness had fallen outside. He looked out the window. The rain was falling a little less hard than before, still a downpour though. A drop of water fell on Richard's head, causing him to look around the apartment. A small puddle was forming on the hardwood floors. If he stayed here, the entire floor would be a large puddle by tomorrow. "Guess it's time to let go," Richard said to himself. His brother was gone, he wouldn't show up back at the apartment. All he could do now was find his killer, and then he would be able to deal with the coming days with his family. Richard gave his brother's killer the name Beelzebub, because that was the only demon name he really knew (from his freshman readings in High School).

With the waterproof bag of clothes on his back, Richard left the apartment, and went out into the streets. He looked up to the sky, and saw a being flying across it. Was it Beelzebub? Probably not, although he could tell from this distance. Looking to his left, he almost let out a cry as he saw what looked like the mangled corpse of a woman on the sidewalk, her blood making a large pool with the rain. Richard gazed back up to the sky, but the being was long gone. Red and blue lights flashed at the end of the street, a car on patrol. Not wanting to be found, Richard ran across the street, leaving the corpse, and his second home behind.