[@KatherinWinter]  [@SoulEater]

Bence was at an underground cock fight watching the men around him act like savages. It took the man awhile to find this place but it was the easiest way to please the demon inside him. The yelling and debating in different languages hurt his head, but the demon of violence grinned devilishly. Feathers rained down in waves as the birds were forced into wire bared rings. Clucks joined the chaos around Bence before he could turn to leave. The man would much rather be at home cleaning up for his mom, but that life was gone now.

[color=teal]”If you are wanting your old life, we could always go home Little Ben”[/color] The demon whispered  in Bence’s head. Shaking his head, the host tried getting the voice to stop. He knew it wouldn’t stop. It hadn’t for the past month and it was driving Bence insane, literally. Too long without causing some kind of violence and the boy would lose himself.

[color=forestgreen]“Fine…” [/color]Bence said aloud while slamming his fists into the pockets of his jacket. He walked up to a buff guy, who had been spouting random spanish insults the whole time of Bence’s time at the fight. [color=forestgreen]“El piensa que eres tu madre se parece a un burro”[/color]. In english it essentially means that the Portuguese guy watching the roasters tear each other apart was calling the Spanish man’s mother a donkey.

As the man stormed over and a riot quickly erupted into an all out brawl Bence’s phone buzzed indicating a new email. It wasn’t odd, his mother would email him or sent him money. Something was definitely different about this email. Bence didn’t waste anytime opening and reading through it. The demon inside him was laughing as it read the words of a meeting place for the other demons and urged the man to get going.

It took hours to get to the location listed in the email. No one would find anything all the way out here. It was almost isolated to the point that Bence wondered if he was going to be murdered out here. As he rounded the final corner the man’s thoughts were answered. He would have called the creatures demons if he wasn’t already possessed by one. A huge bird lady along with other animal humanoids lined the gate. Throwing his hood up over his head, Bence tried to get around the creatures. He was thinking about maybe a window on the side of the house. Out of everything there he might have some luck. His wish wasn't granted however, as one of the creatures saw him and started towards him running on all fours like a dog and the size of a tiger. With wide eyes Bence took off running. He had no other choice but the front. If he could somehow get through the gate he might be home free, but only if he could make it. 

[color=teal]"Run! Human! Lets have some fun!"[/color] The demon shouted playfully in his head, however, it was Bence's thoughts to which his body listened. His legs were moving.

His lungs soon burning with each new intake of air. With darting eyes the man didn't slow down, even with the bird lady getting closer and closer. He needed a way past the gate, but where? The owner wasn't going to just open up for him and these things out here with him. Under was better than over, was the final decision when Bence's eyes found his salvation. A small curve of ground hidden by a bush like a secret exit for a child, was hidden not too far away. With one no so graceful dive Bence moved forward and tore under the gate. Thank whatever godly being that he had his jacket on or he would be walking away with worse than a deep scratch on his right cheek and a missing shoe, which regrettably was on the other side of the gate and Bence was not going back over there. With the bird thing now going back to work on the gate, the man took off towards the door hoping someone would let him in.