A large silhouette skulked through the back alleys of an unassuming New York City. The light of the full moon pressed down on the form of a huge beast covered in brown fur. The creature’s lips were quirked up to bare it’s teeth; a vile black ooze dripping from between it’s pointed fangs.

The beast labored through the trash laden streets, taking slow and heavy steps. It cared little for whatever mortals may be awake to bear witness to it’s horrific form, for it was on a mission. The Demon King issued a direct order; an order that this lowly creature took honor in completing.

At last, the demon finally beheld its wretched pray, residing in one of the few remaining lit buildings on the street. The demon smiled to itself; pleased that it’s King’s order would soon be fulfilled. It effortlessly passed through the door, despite it being nearly half of its size, and faced the single human within.

The human gaped in abject terror. His face was white as a the moon and his mouth hung open. The demon took slow, deliberate steps towards the human, and with each step it took the air turned colder. Once it was well past reaching distance from the human, it stopped and deliberated. The human only stared.

Slowly, the demon raised its arm and stretched out a single claw, almost a foot long and razor sharp, pointing past the human’s head. The two beings stood there like this for a moment, until the human recovered from his paralysis and turned to see what the demon was pointing to.

The human pondered, then spoke in a shaky voice. “Is that-“ he gulped, “-Is that all?”

The demon nodded. The human, hesitant to turn its back to the beast, slowly walked backwards to another room, only turned around once he knew he was out of sight. Once he was decently far from it, the human’s walk turned into a sprint.

A few moments later, the human returned with a brown paper bag and presented it to the demon. It stepped forward and took a long and intentionally uncomfortable sniff. Satisfied, the creature opened its wretched maw, reached inside with one of its furry hands, and pulled out a single gold bar coated in a foul-smelling black ooze. The demon took the paper bag in its mouth and replaced it with the gold bar. It nodded to the human, and turned to leave.

Once outside, the demon turned to face the building. The glowing Golden Arches sitting atop its roof shone brighter than the moon, acting like a beacon in the night. The demon thought that plastering the walls of the establishment with the visage of a clown was rather tacky, but it was no matter. All that was left was to deliver the package to the Demon King, and then the demon would be rewarded handsomely. After all, the Demon King was very fond of these “chicken nuggets”.