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The tail ripped through the air tonight, a slow, quiet wind following its path and stirring up the dried matter below.

"What is this!?" he said. "You dare attack a Nobleman!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!"

"There is nothing noble to you," the demon said.

He sneered; reaching out his hand, he grabbed the man by the throat, strangling him until his body went limp and his face turned off.

"I best be on my way then," he said, disappearing in a flash of fire and smoke.

The girl huddled closer to the wall, feeling some sort of protection from it. She hugged her shawl closer to her bosom and began sobbing, her chest thrusting with each heavy breath.

A man, walking through the gate of the alley stopped, hearing her cries, and walked towards her. He looked down towards her, seeing a young girl in her late teens, with dirt on her face and clothes and tears on her cheeks.

"My dear, what's wrong young lady?" he poised, offering a soft hand on her shoulder.

She burst out in tears, resting her head on his shoulder. "A DEMON! HE KILLED THAT MAN!" she screamed, much to the man's surprise. She was pointing further down the alley, to a limp body on the ground of a man in a fine suit. The helpful gentleman had not see it, as he had been concerned with the girl, but now he stared down the alley, not noticing the clinging girl on his shoulder. The man's body was limp and contorted in such a fashion that it looked as if it had been dropped from several feet already dead. The man peered upwards, seeing if the man had possibly committed suicide, but the only ledge was the roof, and that would have made some sort of splatter. No, there must be some other sort of explanation.

Finally, the man looked to the girl again. "What did this? You said, a demon?"

The girl nodded, her head down, sobbing quietly. The man shook his head.

"I don't need any part of this! You're crazy and you've killed a man," he said, pushing her away, her back hitting the brick wall with a slight thud. The man ran away, his life seeming thrown askew, but now better that he had left the crazy girl with her dead man.

All was good, his money would be safe, his wife would never know, and he would never help a crying woman again.