The surging wind irritated Rasteva more than words could ever hope to express and the Daemon grew more an more desperate with each gust. They were rapidly fading, and new that they could wait no longer. They had to act, and soon if they wanted to survive.
Rasteva set their gaze on a Human standing nearby, certain that she was looking at them. Had they been spotted? The Daemon was sure that they hadn't. Countless Humans had passed the Daemon by without even sparing them a glance, something that only served to infuriate Ratsteva as they thought about it. The Daemon pushed aside their irritation and slithered across the ground towards the woman, their irritation giving way to curiosity. The woman seemed to be alone, a good sign. Rasteva wasn't sure if they wanted their presence revealed so openly yet, and so latching onto a lone human was their safest option.
The Daemon stalled however when the human spoke. At first, Rasteva presumed that she was talking to herself, or worse yet a person that they hadn't noticed earlier but a quick glance around proved that to be false.
"Just show yourself... show me. I wont hurt you."
Rasteva felt another surge of irritation pass through them as her words struck them. Hurt THEM? The woman should have been afraid of Rasteva hurting HER. "I fear nothing." The Daemon thought. "Nothing and no one." And with that in mind the small cloud drew closer to the woman, so that the Daemon could inspect her. She had to have seen Rasteva by now, and the Daemon felt an odd sense of trepidation, but something urged them forward.
Rasteva was not sure what to make of the Human, never having observed one up close. She was odd looking, but the Daemon was of the opinion that ALL Humans looked strange. They could sense no power coming from her either, so Rasteva was safe under the assumption that she'd not come across any other Daemons. This was good, thus far. In their present state, Rasteva could not afford to clash with another of their kind. Especially after what had happened.
The Daemon felt a surge of rage at the thought. Their power had been torn from them, unrightfully so. And now it rested in hands that didn't deserve it, scattered all over the planet. Rasteva was not sure HOW they would go about locating even the smallest fraction of it. But the Daemon would not rest until they'd regained their former strength and glory.
But how to go about wrenching it from the unworthy?
The Daemon regarded the Human again, mulling over every available option laid before them.
The Human. She was the key. She would be the one to uplift the Daemon.
There was only the small matter of convincing her.
Another small breeze gusted down the street, causing the smoke cloud to waver dangerously. They would have to be quick about their business with the woman, as each passing moment saw them closer and closer to dissipating altogether.
A booming voice echoed from within the inky cloud, as it drifted closer to the woman's eye level. There was no going back now, and Rasteva hoped that the Human was worth the effort of speaking. "You saw me hrmm? Very well then I shall spare any pretense. What do you want, Human?"