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"Life for life my one exchange,  for your's another given, but not a corpse mind you old
man, I feed only on the living"
"I know of such a person, that would make a fitting feast, he sleeps not far away from
here, I'm sure you'd like to meet"
Beckoning him to follow, the old man led the way, to creep upon the runaway sleeping in
the hay.
"See he sleeps so peaceful, wrapped up in the straw, strike now demonic Demon, as you were
planning to before"
The Demon flicked his fingers and spread out a sharpened claw, he struck the sleeping
runaway, ripped pieces from his jaw,
The lad in shock reacted, but to late, the demon dined, and underneath his winged
cape,blood flowed like red, red wine.
He picked up the lads frail body, split his torso clean in two, half thrown to the waiting
serpent, the other he gnawed and chewed.
There was nothing more delicious than the crunch of human bones, as blood dripped from the
demons teeth he said "well done old man, go home"
Once the demon had completed his feast on human meat, he took a fractured splintered bone,
 pick  free the flesh stuck between his teeth.
The morn was fast approaching, he knew it time to leave, as demons in the daylight are
never really seen.
As the demon climbed upon his serpent, ready to ascend, he gave an evil smile in
appreciation of this friend.
How kind he thought the beggar to lead them to a  banquet, "this beggar shall be
remembered,  I really should go back to thank him".
Demonic demons rarely you encounter and survive, I guess that's why his  thanks were
mutilation in the  sty!

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