Beggars Can'T Be Choosers (Part2)

"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!