The dim light of the sun seemed to sketch long shadows upon the area as Abraxas stood silently in the shadows of an alley. Upon his awakening he had left the burning prison from which his cell was held, as the fire barely scratched him. No, in contrast the fire gave him comfort in the twilight that was now. The alley that he stood in was apart of a large market, with many humans about buying and selling, completely oblivious to what was coming. It had been 25 long years since Abraxas had eaten last, he was famished to say the least, and this hunger was now driving him to find the nearest food source; humans. He had never tasted human before, those in charge of him had only fed those in the prison scraps of whatever they could find. Now it was time for the demon to feast.

Before he could come from the shadows, something occurred. Humans who acted differently then those in the market. No, these human flapped their arms and made screeching noises, causing a momentary chaos in the marketplace. Then it was over, and a voice could be heard coming from top a building. It said, "no harm was to come to those that had acted in the odd way, or those that did it would suffer" then vanished into the night. Abraxas was perplexed by this oddity and wondered what the thing was. The most logical thing that came to his mind was a fellow demon of sorts. He didn't really care, as long as it was gone and wouldn't pose a threat, for Abraxas would be the one to make them suffer. 

Erupting from the alleyway, like a mad bull, came Abraxas towering over the humans like a lion over sheep. The spikes connected to his wrist, elongated, turning into formidable weapons. Shock filled the humans hearts as they looked at the monster from afar. Abraxas then roared defiantly, letting the town know that he was there and sending the humans running. He charged, his bulk causing indentations in the ground with each power step. He came upon the nearest group of humans in a matter of seconds, sending some flying into buildings with a swipe from his right arm. He swung his left spike blade at a group, sending their bodies to the floor with a sickening crunch. Next, he picked up a screaming female by the looks of it, and devoured her. The taste of human flesh was invigorating, and he craved more.

He sent a bolt of fire into a nearby building, causing it to explode in a plume of fire and smoke, which would soon be seen by all. Abraxas was content causing this chaos, for the thrill of it all was great and he deserved it for being imprisoned for so long. The humans would pay for the insolence at keeping a demon of his caliber locked away. Nothing could stop him now he thought, as he continued the destruction.