It was embarrassing, really. A powerful demon, trapped for decades as a statue amongst lowly humankind. Seth roared, the bloodthirsty sound echoed around him, unheard by the insects in front of him.
“It says don’t touch –“
“No one’s looking! Take the picture.” The human touched the statue; Seth’s spirit lunged.
Seth blinked rapidly, flexed his new muscles. It would do. He impaled the cameraman with his hand, and let blood run through his fingers, nourishing him. Horrified screams resonated; Seth’s favorite song.
Seth grinned. Oh, this would be delightful. Humans never knew the signs were for their own protection.
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