In the dark alley, the creature that attacked him had absolutely nothing to do with humans.
Its dark skin shimmered with a metallic luster, and atop its head were a pair of curved buffalo horns. It bore a fierce countenance, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, similar to a shark's.
A set of membrane wings like those of a bat sprouted from its back. Its upper body was bare, and its lower half was clad in thick black fur that hung like a dress down to its knees.
Barry had roamed the world for much of his life and considered himself well-traveled, having chased lions on the savannah and frolicked among herds of elephants.
But this bizarre creature was something he had never encountered before.
Was it a Demon?
Its appearance made him think of the Demons depicted in the Bible.
"ROAR!"
The Demon, failing to hit with its first attack, pushed off the ground with its heavily muscled legs, leaving cracks in the cement road beneath it.
