Random killing

Merka landed on top of a building. He had picked it because it was the tenth one in his line of view. Then he flew down to the twelfth floor and ducked inside a random window. He had chosen all this because it was the year he was born.

He saw a woman who was sleeping with two children, one was about 13 and the other was only a few months old. Merka woke the woman up by shaking her and then used his illusion power to make her see her baby crying. The woman got up and took her baby into her arms. He then made her think that she was in a closed room and the only way out was the window. The woman freaked out and ran to the window and jumped out. Merka ran over to the window and saw her screaming as she went hurtling towards the ground with her baby in her her hands. Merka turned away and suddenly the screams were cut off.

Then he realized that the thirteen year old girl was starting to awake so he shape-shifted into her mum and stood over her . Then he took his dagger out of his belt and plunged it into her heart.

[Nathaniel S. Landis]

Nathaniel, hearing the screams from the street below and seeing a mother lying dead in the street, baby in hand, ran up the stairs of the complex. He bursts through the door of the appartment and searches for the source of the the fall. And as he pushes the door to the beadroom his gears whir and grind against another from within is hull in agony, and his fists shake in a fit of rage, his voice hollow and dark.

"So..this is how the creations of Satan himself carry themselves, killing the young and the civil in order to grow from the fear they inspire?" Nathaniel charges his tesla device and walks closer to Merk.

"How many more of their kind have you killed before?", getting closer with every step and keeping a close eye on the child, "I have killed soldiers in times of war who were better prepared for battle, but you kill children..who have nothing but a stuffed bear to caress in fear."

He stops behind the demon and stares into his back as if he were staring straight into the eyes of the child he had murdered in cold blood. Waiting for some plea of innocence.