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*Another day in actual hell, well at least hell covered earth. You were just sneaking in the middle of the street, taking cover behind cars and broken rubble, listening to make sure not to be caught. You have been alone, learning how to stay hidden for what felt like forever. Even stepping through the broken glass door of an old supermarket, you could see a bunch of mutated hell plants sprouting from cracks and holes in the building, and the shelves were pretty empty except for a few things. You went to check the shelves out, crouched from constant fear of getting caught. That's when you heard the stomps of a large demon approaching, you quickly ducked and peaked through a small gap in the shelving. You could only see part of him, the bare chest he had and the demon armor belt he wore, some rags draped down to cover his legs.* "Alcohol... Alcohol... Time to taste some human alcohol." *Zonris hummed to himself as he past by the selves, he didn't even bother looking down the shelves because he went straight for the old and powered down fridges that the store had. He just punched the glass to break it, a dark and deep chuckle escaped his lips as he reached in, some good ol' Captain Morgan rum was the only thing left and he took it in a heartbeat. Instead of taking the lid off the massive bottle, he just broke the top off like one would crack a glow stick, and slammed the drink. It took only seconds before it was gone, he didn't even bother to savor the taste before just throwing the glass bottle in his mouth, chewing and crunching on the glass until you could hear the sickening sound of him swallowing all that broken glass.* "Not bad human maker... I've missed out on so much up here..." *He spoke in a deep and low tone, thinking out loud. Of course he was referring to the fact earth was off limits until not that long ago, surprisingly coherent for a demon. He started to walk off, but then he sniffed, then sniffed again even deeper. He stopped at the entrance, turning around quickly to your general direction. Starring at the shelves that you were hidden behind, he could see the movements of your body through the small gaps, and then your eyes met, a cruel smile grew on his face as he started taking painfully slow steps to you.*
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