#incube

November night, calmness, light frost, piercing moonlight.
Quiet church, and its silent guest enjoying peace on the roof.
Anthracite wings catch rare snowflakes on themselves.
Light sparkles on solid legs.
Sharp blue preterhuman eyes look into the distance.
Eugelian waits for his victim. Predatory vigilance lurks in the imaginary relaxed pose of the demon. But he’s immovable, only wings slightly wiggle and snow is falling dowm slowly on this sinful land…