Malicious

The night was still. The moon hung low beneath the clouds shrouding the shadows.

The shadow lord had a triumphant look in his eye as the shadow swept the city of Del and onto the frail body of a mere boy. The boy stirred in his sleep, as a cold finger was placed upon his back. The shadow moved on repeating it to several people. Squirming in an unnatural sleep, under the touch of darkness. Guards unaware of the chaos around them.

This was a plague worse than death and they were the carriers.

This was the shadow lord's most cunning plan.

The shadow swiftly retreated as the sun was rising.

Transforming, speeding across the mountains. It was pleased; the master's work here was done. It was to be rewarded.