„Damon!“ – The silence of the previous night was broken by a single shout. He sat in the sand of the desert, which had become very cold now. The milky-white sand dust was distinguished by his black leather boots and formed a strong contrast to its appearance despite the darkness of the night. Again and again he returned back here, in the Suburra desert, his home. With a deep breath, he rose up with the innate predatory elegance, his black fur seeming to fuse with the darkness. His red eyes break through the night, just like the eyes of a demon, which was approaching him. „It’s done“, announced the advancing demon, „The demons have gathered.“ Damon let him stood uncommented and went off in smooth, steady movements. The last grains of sand rattled down from his black trousers to lose themselves in the sea of sand. At this moment he had been waiting. At last he had enough demons, who would seek with him the origin of the light. How much he longed for the eternal night…