You get to see a lot of stuff that talks about Angel and the crew but do you ever want to see what it might be like on the other side of the sheets? This is an exerpt from the Angel Roleplaying game I am running. The character in case is a demon, not the flesh eating, innocent plundering kind we are used to, but he was raised by humans. If not for that what might he be like? Only his dreams can tell us for sure.
You lie down to sleep, fading away into dreams. You are running through a forest the foliage is strange to you large leaves and the scent of flowers everywhere. You can see so well here everything is so warm and so full of scent. Ahead of you, your prey makes a mewling sound and your blood pumps harder through your veins. You haven't eaten in days in preparation for this ritual today you become a man according to your tribe. Your scales are slick with water from the rain that had fallen earlier that night. The rain is supposed to cover the scent of your prey but you smell it clear as anything. It is afraid and knows it is going to die its flesh will serve to nourish you and those of your tribe. A primal scream tears from your throat and you surge forward yet again. Up ahead you begin to salivate to kill the prey with your teeth and claws, you tremble in anticipation. You move gracefully into a small clearing there it is the prey a human woman long blond hair once braided tight now fell in streamers around her face. Her eyes wide with fear. You can hear her pulse beat through her flesh and you lick your lips. The small cut the tribal leader had cut across her abdomen has crusted over but you can still smell the blood. "Please," she pleads, "Please" large tears spill over her eyelids and begin to pour down her cheeks.
"Yes, beg!" you whisper through clenched teeth. You move forward and bite into her throat. She whimpers as her warm blood fills your mouth and you think, "Now, I am a man." You awaken in a cold sweat strangely aroused with the taste of blood in your mouth.