Escape Artist.
The Demon was silent. The guard gave a smug grin as he began to walk away, yet a cackled laugh came. A twisted, disturbing laugh. The kind of laugh that mocked someone, yet its tone shifted with each breath.
It sounded young, old, and ancient all at the same time. The guard stopped in his tracks and turned back to the iron door.
"What did I just say!?" He shouted as he looked through the iron bars. He froze, and his body became stiff as he gazed at the monster beyond the bars. His face drained of color, and he began to drool.
"Kill him quickly! Then let me out!" The twisted voice demanded as Xun remained concealed within his dark shadow on the wall. He felt an icy glare pierce his shadow. It was looking at him. It was a disgusting feeling. It was as if fleas had dug beneath his fur and were biting at every inch of his skin.