Beqanna had grown still. Painful silence reached out from the farthest depths of the shadowed places. She longed for new faces to present themselves – to stave off her gnawing boredom. Lurking along the stretching borders of the field she searched for the tingling scents of any nearby warm body. Just beyond the bend she stepped out, revealing her true terror for all to see. Sensing eyes upon her she continued onward, undeterred by the curiosity of others. She was a sight to behold. Red glowing fingers of light danced around her ankles, ready to attach themselves to any weak minded creature reckless enough to seek out her attention.  
 

She was not alone. The sudden awakening of her aura alerted her to the presnese of another, even before her own senses were alerted to him. Green eyes followed the snaking red fingers of light as it rushed to greet the gold tinted stallion. Undeterred by her intimidating figure he approached her while her aura magnetized to him. Everything about him radiated arrogance and she flinched away from the words that he vomited. A bubble of laughter met him as a response, her devil’s wings flapping with added amusement.
 
My aren’t you a brave one, she remarked with strained interest. Boldness was a good attribute in some, but it was also dangerous in others. I would  be careful, boy, to whom you speak in such a way. Great violence lurks within these shadows. As if to emphasize her words, she tightened the grip of her aura around him. The squeeze of the terror twisted and writhed along the surface of his flesh, soon invading his mind. I am Astarael, Demoness of Sylva.